Bring me back to the start,
Back when "I love you" was all that we could say,
I think about the decisions I've made everyday,
They haunt me and I just can't get away,
What we have is a status, there is no substance,
I've kept myself from better days because of you,
Left my heart broken... black and blue,
This will be all over soon,
Covering up the hurt of an open wound,
Being with you is like constantly stabbing myself in the chest,
I can't go on with this much blood on my hands,
If you understood how much I wish I could move on then you might understand,
I'm a broken man hoping for something new in this life,
Something to distract me from the pain and strife,
Maybe someone good enough to one day become wife,
My cheeks are stained with the tears I've cried,
Sometimes I'm confused at why I don't just die,
Oh yeah because I don't quit,
I always keep going not giving a shit,
I may be broken and I may cry,
But I can promise that I will never die.
If you want to, maybe you could have a look at my poetry folder and see what you think