There’s hurt and betrayal stitched into the fabric of my clothes.
Coursed and surging within the beating tempo of my bloody stone.
Sunrise times eternal, sunset by infinity;
I long for the day where I smile on my own,
to admit that happiness is finally inside of me.
Once there’s a taste of such feeling,
it’s ripped out and thrown into the reasons of why I shouldn’t.
Be my place of refuge; the place where anguish has no longer a definition.