Feel like saying some four letter words but I will restrain,
Not even two weeks to rest will heal this mental strain,
I do not know why it hurts so much but love is pain,
and I do not know how it works but pain is gain,
don't know what to think love sure is a sick game,
and like a lion from the wild the heart is hard to tame,
Its like getting hit by a moving train,
being locked outside while it pours and rains.
It shatters you and only leaves your shadow of self,
It overtakes you and makes you think it happened again,
Question who you can trust; question who really are your friends,
open yourself and find out that to them it's a game,
It leaves you broken and you won't even look at your face,
and then you find out you are not the one; you are the middle step.
So today I walk down the street,
wondering why is it always the same,
It just hurts so much and then again no one you can blame,
tried to dodge it but it still burns like a flame,
and in your sanctuary left another stain.