Worse days are coming
I can see it in your stare
We feel resentment start to settle
Disintegrating a day at a time
Foundations crumble
Before my eyes
I am a well for you to draw from
Far past capacity
Under the surface
I decay
Cracks in your frame precede a flood of regret
Panic twists its shape beneath the surface
Fear grows in inches
And shatters me into fragments of a whole
I can't allow to bloom
Hands worn raw
From holding onto hope that things could change
I'll push you away for your own sake
And try to find peace in the wreckage
No trust left in myself
Cracks in your frame precede a flood of regret
Panic twists its shape beneath the surface
Fear grows in inches
And shatters me into fragments of a whole
I can't allow to bloom
The Sun will cauterize our wounds in time
Parts of a whole have shattered into jagged and serrated shards
Cutting me open as I struggle to hold them together
A thousand incisions will bleed me slow enough
For me to watch every passing moment of regret in my mind
Grow into months and years of bitterness
Though it comes at a price
I'll find peace when I close my eyes
In knowing that without me
You will find a better life
The Sun will cauterize our wounds in time
At the cost of sacrifice
