Things That You Don't See

Dear teardrops flowing from my eyes
Dear throat thats' now so scratchy,
Dear eyeliner that has gone to waste,
along with the plaster on my wall.
Dear knee-caps swollen for unanswered prayers,
Dear heart that calls out in pain.
Dear questions that I ask myself,
and ones I couldnt bare to say.
I'm Sorry.
I'm sorry once, twice,three times, so on.
Oh hell why bother! What made him so important?
The simple fact that he's a part of me.
The fact that i've gone through hell and back.
I try but can't regret it.
I hate this Snow White feeling.
But can not run away.
That one sweet kiss that brings me to life.
That one touch as if he's cocaine.
Im asked why I deal with him.
His bullshit, his lies, his unstable mind!
When he knocks me to my knees,
why do i get back up?
Why I run to him crying,
Even though he's broken both my legs?
I ask them this:
Have you ever walked feet flat on the ground
with both of them broken?
Why not?
Are you scared of the pain?
So you just sit there and wait to heal.
Your cast only covers up the pain,
you know this.
It's there and you can feel it.
let me tell you something.
Life's about living through the pain.
Love is life.
I'm not sorry to those who don't believe.
I'm not sorry to those who hide the pain.
Although I am sorry that you try to live,
fully intact, without a single bruise.
And that you will never know what
"Fighting for what you love" truly means.