I wish this wound could heal. I wish my mind would stop picking the scab and reminding me of the pain. Stop reminding me of the fact there is a scar there that may never heal.
I wish I could let go. I thought that I had. It happened so long ago. But some how, some way, weather it be in a song or a sudden memory that pops into mind, I end up getting stabbed. Over and over. Again and again. It it ever going to end?
And because if it I'm forever suspicious of everybody. Just because I've been lied to and abandond by one person doesn't mean that all my friends are that way. But it's so much easier said than truly believed for me anymore. I hate how in the back of my mind now I'm always questioning the true loyalty of my friends. Even my very closest ones.
Rip me open and stitch me shut
The case is closed, the wound may one day heal
But the scars go too deep, they'll last a lifetime
Forever effecting the way I feel
Can I trust you or will you rip me open and leave me scarred too?
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*hugs*
awww Sarah.
You know, you're always such a happy person, or at least, that's all I ever see, that it's strange to see you sad about something.
<3
You can trust us. Really truly. I would never want to hurt you in any way.
Aw, thanks you two :-)
And as to the last part of your comment, Bethany... I guess you could just trace it all back to Bo's "walls" post. Let's just say he's not the only one of us.
I can see how that would be, actually.
yeah. Generally, I am a happy person, but everybody kinda has their down times. I just usually keep mine to myself. Idk, it's just everybody's so used to my always being in a good mood that I just end up faking most of the time just so's not to break expectations. Painting on the glass.
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