"Internal bleeding"

Warmth of love, pain from life, words cut through like an old dull knife.

The wound is dirty, messy too, skin is hard to penetrate, but they still get through...

These cuts never come from a blind stranger, but instead from someone ever greater.

They say the worst part of betrayal is it never comes from an enemy, ever true this makes once past loves now a traitor.

Deep inside, spreading heat, feelings lost, ambitions retreat.

Love now replaced with only anger, those once known feel like complete strangers.

Through this pain new feelings emerge, they create thoughts of revenge, acting upon a sour end, when all you wanted was to last forever...

Internal bleeding never ends, not until you patch your wounds and make amends.

Life sucks sometimes, this much we all know to be true, and sometimes we just don't know what to do.

Talk to your friends, have a fresh start, for love in this world is a passed down art.

And something no one will ever be able to master... [END]

Lovles ^w^<3