Water washes away the feeling of his finger tips.
But soap can’t wash away what he left her with.
She held onto a broken heart, still full of hope.
All she ever wanted was to feel loved.
And now she is in the wrong kind of fairytale.
But she is fine, she swears she is…
She is just thinking, its okay.. She swears.
Her mind tearing it self apart,
Like nails tearing through her sheets.
Her mind struggles the fight back the thoughts,
Tears fall in the darkness of the night,
She has given up on being the strong one,
Having given up on this fight,
Grin and bear it all, forget about it quickly,
What he dose is not important,
What’s important is what he dose not do…
She shuts her eyes and pretends she is far away,
So far away that she has lost herself.
She has given up on this fight.