Who are you really?
Are you the person who I've hated my whole life?
The person who broke away a part of my soul?
Stabbed my back with your bickering knife?
I know you might not get a straight clue.
You never really did when you left.
I suppose the reasons to ask are pointless,
I am just another soul to forget.
Another piece of trash to throw away.
However, the time to move on is near.
I guess you left me because you cared,
your mind was full of the spreading fear.
I should not blame you for the horror of my life.
It is all in my very control.
But just make sure that the pain you caused,
never begins to take it's toll.
I will never forget you being in my dreams.
You will always be in my greatest of love.
When you leave this world, I promise.
My prayers will be sent above.
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