The heart is desperate, who can know it?

One thousand days have passed me by

and I haven't moved an inch

With so much left unsaid

I have so much more to say

I'll try to hide the fear with hate

I'll try to overcome it

It all means something, every breath

Every awkward silence

Don't listen to your heart, it's desperate

The things you said, you swear you meant

But it does us all no good to just hang on

To the memories we try to repeat

that piece of us we long to keep

Cause in the end it doesn't change a thing

Can someone find the pieces

And put me back together?

I wish I could forget this

But I always will remember

And if you could, just twist the knife

Hurt me until I hate you

For every time I take a step

You walk by again

(Just a little something I wrote a while back.....)