Stabbed

All those tears cried for nothing
All that worrying for her.
I probably deserved it.
But does that make it right?

What she did, it really hurt.
It took my day and made it worse.
I can't blame her,
Only myself for causing it.

Although I wonder how.
How could she say that felt good?
We were younger then
And I never meant it to hurt.

What she did hurt real hard
But I know I will forgive her.
Although I'll never forget
How cruel she can be.

Still I wonder
Was it all she said?
Or was she trying to make it up:
Excuses for almost being dead?

Only time will tell
While the mind wonders,
Searching through the broken cavities
Of a stabbed heart.