Scars on the heart

So many days i have wept for you

my heart in agony and pain,

your the hand that makes these scars

the holes now in my heart.

Your the one that i love

my other half, but no you can't see that;

my distress, 

the lonlyness that you have cause.

Flowing tears

create a river beneath my feet,

it ought to be a pool of blood

as that is how you are making me feel.

as my eyes glisten with anger

and my soul begins to rage

i think, why do i blame myself?

was it really my fault?

Nights in a dark room

sitting alone in a corner

but now i forget you,

i cast you out.

This is the hardest part to leave you 

now your just a memorie

so get out of my head

My heart begins to heal.

But Still There Lies These Scars