Endings are painful, who doesn't agree right? they say that this is the end of everything you once had, or the time that you recall memories, no matter how bad, ugly or painful. But for me, endings are just new beginnings, yes something has to end, but something will also start. A new chapter of your story, a chapter wherein you can apply your learnings from the past, a new chapter wherein there's a room for a change, and a new chapter wherein you become stronger and tougher. Endings can somehow give us happiness, we can live without doubts, we can live without even worrying 'bout the past, and it can give us hope to keep striving and working hard. So, let us not worry about our life's ending, your story is what you will make it, and if it becomes the chapter you don't want, then be free and open for endings for it is a new start.
I'm writing this to you, Telling you we're through. I can't take you anymore, Don't know what I liked you for. All you did was wear me out. Now I know what you're all about.
You came to me with promise and joy, Now look at all the things you destroy. Families, lives, bank accounts, you see. You ruined it all with one little tease. Look at the way you make me feel Then you take it all and want me to steal.
Why can't you just go and hide Somewhere far away where I'll never find? Everyone at home doesn't understand How you rip me apart then lend me a hand. I keep coming back thinking inside Maybe this time I'll make you my bride.
Then I sit and wonder why, Why do you really want me to die? Thousands and thousands come to you Hoping and praying you'll help them through. Then they fall for your lending hand, Only to realize you're nothing but a scam.
You promised me heaven and sent me to hell. You ruined my life and then wished me well. Watch me now as I go on my way. I'm washing myself of all your pain. So you and your power can just leave me be. I'm taking my life and setting it free.
I sit on my bed every night. I look for a star to wish on, but not one is in sight. So I try to sleep, but all I see is you. I think to myself, is she feeling this too? You've hurt me so many times, but I can't be mad. Instead, I sit around crying and being sad, But before I go to sleep every night, I always smile Because even though we didn't last long, it was worth the while. You may not feel this feeling between us two, But in the end you won't find anyone who loves you as much as I do. I'll admit, I don't understand. I put my trust in you and all you want is to be my friend? I ask myself why. Did you have to keep me hanging on so long and then say goodbye? I wish you would've told me from the start. Because of you, now all I have left are the memories and a broken heart.
Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied All the essentials of the bonding experience Perhaps the wounds were inflicted When another toddler refused to return the toy you readily shared Or by the mean girl who broke your favorite colored crayon Or the bully who pushed you on the playground Or perhaps it happened that first time Someone more sophisticated, though lacking empathy, Assailed your ears with a course laughter, Aimed at you like a lethal weapon Contrasting the cheerful chorus of joy laughter had always been Maybe it happened the day you ran home crying Mother revealed a secret: “Not everyone you meet will like you” Unwelcome words that wounded and wound their way Like strangling ivy around your core Taking root in your heart of hearts Passing years provide a scale of scar Yet you are Wounded still
Somewhere, sometime, your Innocence was lost Maybe it happened when your missing bicycle Was spotted in the driveway on the next block Or the day that special pebble found on the playground Mysteriously vanished from your backpack Maybe it was the first time you witnessed another’s tears And yet perceived no evidence of physical injury Perhaps it was the initial instance when you caught someone in a lie Betrayal became a biting sting instead of just a word Maybe it was on the day the friendly neighbor invited you in for a visit Closed the door, pulled down the shades And the most sacred shelter of innocence was shattered At the unworthy hands of one of life’s lowest thieves You learned another bitter truth The knowledge of good and evil force-fed like bitter fruit Time having done all it can to repair or bury Yet Innocence is lost still
Whatever time, whatever place, or in whatever manner Those who contributed to your loss of Innocence Or at whose hands you were first Wounded Do not hold the power to heal you And they never will. Even should they acknowledge and repent You would still be walking through life wounded Your initial Innocence still lost Only you can sooth the hurts, Bind the wounds, reclaim your rightful share of Innocence
Only Your Indomitable Spirit Can Prevail
Yours the choice to reject surrender and to overcome You, accepting the role of Hero of your own life, Who, in casting off from the past, Becomes the Captain of all future voyages Becoming one with the rest of us We, the “Walking Wounded”