I know we’ll hurt forever Knowing what we have done How could we do it? Why? I feel like this is something that I can’t recover from I feel it stains my heart I know in a year When it seems okay again When everything seems normal When it’s quiet I’ll be reminded Of how I stabbed my own heart Cut it into a thousand pieces. And though you tried sowing it back together, The scars are still there And though they seem to be healthy, The pain is still there As if the wounds were still gaping open