I sit here, on the edge of my sanity, yet all I think of is you. "It's guilt", my mind told me, "It's love", said my heart. It was simply care, but neither of them knew.
Maybe it was guilt, for all the hurt I caused or maybe it was guilt, for all the time we lost.
Maybe it was love towards all that I saw in you maybe it was love for someone I never really knew.
But one thing it sure was, and that is care, a voice in my mind wondering how you were. My heart ached, your words burning through the angst you felt hurting me too. But it's not your fault, it never was, I just wish our ending had a different cause.
And as I sit here, on the edge of my sanity, I look back at the days behind me, a beautiful view I see a field of roses, with thorns beneath. It reminds me of us, how it seemed to be alright, but we bled underneath.
You from the fights and me from your screams.
I used to be a joy, but then all I became was a reason to cry. A person to hate, a thought at which to sigh. I'm sorry, but you don't care, I'm sorry that you don't see my despair. I know it's my fault, for failing your faith, but know that I didn't walk out of this unscathed.
I still hear your favourite song,
But I accept your every blame, for I know I did you wrong. My words were too weak and my actions were too strong.
And I apologise, for whatever I did, but know that I still care, as I fall from the edge of my sanity.
These feelings once again
