TheRose

Maybe it was guilt, for all the hurt I caused or maybe it was guilt, for all the time we lost.

Maybe it was love towards all that I saw in you maybe it was love for someone I never really knew.

But one thing it sure was, and that is care, a voice in my mind wondering how you were. My heart ached, your words burning through the angst you felt hurting me too. But it's not your fault, it never was, I just wish our ending had a different cause.

And as I sit here, on the edge of my sanity, I look back at the days behind me, a beautiful view I see a field of roses, with thorns beneath. It reminds me of us, how it seemed to be alright, but we bled underneath.

You from the fights and me from your screams.

I used to be a joy, but then all I became was a reason to cry. A person to hate, a thought at which to sigh. I'm sorry, but you don't care, I'm sorry that you don't see my despair. I know it's my fault, for failing your faith, but know that I didn't walk out of this unscathed.

I still hear your favourite song,

But I accept your every blame, for I know I did you wrong. My words were too weak and my actions were too strong.

And I apologise, for whatever I did, but know that I still care, as I fall from the edge of my sanity.