Scarred, from all the secrets I've kept -
for your benefit I protected a guilty soul.
Illegally drunk and the wrong kind of love,
you're lucky you're not locked up in jail.
Tortured, from all the tears I've wept -
you don't know it is to keep in control.
I've looked for an answer from above,
but naturally justice never does prevail.
Those nights I feared you and never slept,
but kept you sane and held you whole.
"Oh baby you're my angel, my soaring Dove!"
"No I'm not, I'm no good at all" I wail.
You know it's so hard for me to accept,
that hurting and hatings your ultimate goal.
I think I hate myself already half enough,
before your hurtful worlds set sail.
Adding your comment:
awww, my poor darling
