Why do they always leave? Don’t they know?
Don’t they know, the most damaged, the ones who have seen the darkness
Those are the ones with the most love to give
Those are the ones with the gentlest souls, kindest of hearts
Those are the ones that will pick you up when they are breaking apart
Those are the ones you keep
So, why are they the ones that are left?
Left to be broken, torn, alone
Left to be consumed by the darkness
Left to have another piece of their heart, soul, ripped away from them
Maybe I’ll never know
Maybe one day, all the love that was given away, will find its way back, to fill all those empty spots
The ones the darkness finds, to nestle into
Maybe, one day, they won’t leave
Maybe, just maybe…