The Virus.

The very lives you've touched,
The very lives you've lifted,
You've spead them all a virus.

A virus that can never be cured,
A virus that merges with their memory,
You've planted a seed.

But now that you left,
But now that you have melted their hearts,
You've abandoned them and their memory of you.

The very people who you loved,
The very people who continue to love you,
You've been dead for years now.

And the virus you so subcontiously spread continues to the lives, And you will never be forgotten,
Even if you no longer breath and your heart no longer beats.

Truth.

Truth is like a dangerous
Pill.
Once you take it, there is no going
Back.
It starts to eat at you
Slowly.
Until sooner or later its too
Much.
And then it is
Over.
Too much to take
In.
Like an overdose, too much of the
Truth.
Will cause you to end up
Dead.

Scars.

Wish you could go back,
Past all hurt,
The screaming,
The scars.

But no matter how hard you try,
It all gets thrown back at you,
No matter how much you try to fix it,
It finds its way back to you again.

You may be able to forgive,
But to forget?
Impossible.
After all, thats what scars are for.

They are there to remind you,
To open up the wounds,
Ones you've tried so hard to heal.
They are there to force you to relive your nightmares.