I'm Torn Apart

I'm bleeding tears. Bleeding from a scar within.

It hurts. Yes, it hurts.
The pain is unspeakable. Even more painful, you don't see my scar, my pain, my tears.
You stabbed me with an invisible dagger, that not even you could see with your bare eyes.

My heart is dying. It's so painful that it begged for dear life. I am trying to tell you, but you wouldn't listen. This story needs to end. And I am sorry that our story almost comes to an end.

I wish that I could gather my guts so that I could tell you this:

"Maybe later, when we both are truly ready.
Maybe later, when you could give me your life and heart.
Maybe later, when you learn to appreciate me.
And Maybe later, with God's will, we will be together again."