I have left myself to fate,
Dealing with my demons,
And came back but to find,
What happened over seasons,
Such an innocence I'd left,
Had past away to dust,
My easy love of mine,
All without trust,
Yet when did this occur,
This tragedy of mine,
The one that left me scarred,
Marks all in a line,
I could not put a date,
For each one has a tale,
All another cut,
Leaving my face pale,
Poor mental blood,
Of which I've lost to much,
Causing a dead heart,
Beauty covered in red rust,
How sad this came to be,
A being lost by hate,
But they are the ones who decided,
For hell as my fate.