Thinking that there was chemistry between us trying to express my feelings
Asking myself why did it have to end this way
I guess I knew better to think there was no such thing as clean break
I didn’t want it to end and tried my best to save it
In the end it ended up hurting me alot more than if I just let it go

I felt like I had been burned for being real
Sometimes I question why I feel
I didn’t want to touch it, because I knew it would sting and bring back
The things that had plagued me for so long after I had my heart broken
I felt like no one would understand,
I felt like no one cared for the reason that my heart was bleeding
I bumped it one last time, I hurt enough and told myself it would heal
Without ripping it open, and cleaning the infection that caused it to hurt
I didn’t trust myself, and I didn’t trust other people to care properly for my heart that I felt had been ripped out of my chest and trampled by the road

Looking back, I learned I didn’t want to go back but I couldn’t find the strength to move forward either. It hurt to walk away, so I just though all my pain would heal, if I stood still doing nothing
I found out that my wounded heart needed to be healed, and there was hope for me
I was scared to let anyone inside my pain, because I thought it would ad to the pain
I didn’t trust my maker, because I knew it may hurt but I knew what I needed but was too afraid to accept it
There have been times when I have accepted that I was hurting
There have been times when I was to numb to feel anything.