heavy healing

My head is like a fifty pound weight.
My heart is vacant, No more hate.
Inside I bleed, Deep inside.
How many times for this have I cried?
A million times I've said before,
I'd walk away, close the door.
I don't mean to do this to you.
Looking back at what you went through.
I made it happen, I caused this war.
Wish me away so I can't do it anymore.
All the scars and draining blood..
An ounce of pain to cause this flood.
Its who I am and what I've done...
Aren't you scared?? I'm not gone...
But someday as it usually goes...
My heart will heal... Your wounds will close.



~danyel koska