Friday, April 16, 2010

It's stuck

Something happened, something really bad,
something i thought i'd forget, but i didn't.
It stucked on.
It just did.

And i couldn't sleep at night,
Because it feels painful,
On the left side of my cheek,
I know it's my head doing the talking,
It isn't there anymore,
It's already long gone.

But why?
Every time i'm reminded of it, it stings,
It really does.
The problem still remains.

I'm dead.
It's haunting me.
I can't forgive you, i'm not sorry 
No
I'm not.
I didn't deserve it

No.
You don't stab someone, and say sorry.
I'm not Jesus
Should i be?
I could try
That's the best i could do
I could try