Another Night;

Wounds never heal.
As long as you try.
But never again should you be able to cry.
For just one second it all goes away.
But once again it tries to sway.
I’ve always wondered what it felt like.
Just to lead a normal life.
A life without stress or hurt or loss.
Yet one without love.
For it is always lost.
A thought or feeling of normal.
Pulled away by the truth of life.
Always knowing your caught.
In the middle of a strife.
I always wished to be loved.
To be held and be hugged.
But know I find its over rated.
And so much easier to just be hated.
I once loved I trusted and hugged.
But once again I was betrayed.
And forever more unable to trade.
I tried to love again.
I got close and once more was splayed.
Even though the cuts have healed.
They still lie beneath my shield.
In a sense I’ve survived.
I have dreams, and a future, and hopes.
To prove my strength they shall never be revoked.
The knife sits under my bed.
Never knowing when again it shall shed.
My tiny ray of hope lies in this knife.
Maybe soon I’ll live another night. < | 3