Forsaken

The hurt is under lock, 

and only I have the key.
No longer is there pain, 

the depression you can't see.

My little heart races, 

black dripping from my core.
You only scarred my heart, 

with your bloody rose and thorn.

The mesh of anger dissipates, 

revealing my life so bold.
I have back a souvenir of sadness,

 power you no longer hold.

The gashes and scratches scab, 

the ticking grows ever strong.
My pulse thuds and thrives, 

for nothing more is wrong.

I told you as I told myself; 

I'll pull through and brighten.
With the pride of a lion and a pokerface, 

you cannot frighten.

Ashes and bones may gather,

 but no longer in my empty chest.

The hurt fades slowly away, 

like an aggressive, lonely sunset.

My heart's shards find each other,

 my happiness no longer lost.
Warmth evades the loneliness,

 washes away a desolate frost.

A smile finds my face, 

a twinkle enlightens my eye.

Everything's finding its place,

 I no longer need to try.

Softness instead of malevolence, 

unity in place of scattered.
My heart rapidly races, 

the puzzle no longer shattered.

So you think you hurt me, 

but I've nothing more than healed.

In my heart and mind you're forsaken, 

to my love's chambers, sealed.