Scars that time won't heal.

It cuts deeper than a knife,
more painful than that of a blade piercing the flesh of the living.
My chest is tight and aching making life much more agonising than before.
There is not a second that ticks by, where I do not think of you.
But the feelings are not mutual and it makes it hard to move on.
The day I thought I was over you, was a day I thought I was never going to see and was glad that come.
But then you came around bearing an offer I couldn't resist and the you left as quickly as you came, leaving me in a pit of despair I can not escape.
Now I'm trapped waiting for you to save me - holding onto something that will not happen as it seems you have moved onto your next victim.
You've left me to myself out and I don't think I'm going to get over it any time soon.
This is your fault. This love. This feeling. This never ending misery.