Pushing Me Back

Pushed and pushed farther away.
Every time I think one has come to stay.
Even though I show I care in every way.
Reminded of the pain of yesterday.
Wishing these memories would go away.
If I'm pushed back this fast.
Then happiness can never last.
I conjure up visions of darkness and demons for all to see.
Still I know something is missing deep inside of me.
The silence and distance lingers still.
So now I'm just waiting for the kill.
Pushed away and beaten, for my heart to be stabbed.
So these wounds are fresh and no longer scabbed.
I'm bleeding but still I'm breathing.
Some how my heart is still beating.
If I'm pushed again to the edge.
This time I won't fall off the ledge.
I'll once again spread these wings.
To put and end to these terrible things.
So please push me some more.
I won't lay broken and dead on the floor.
I'm not afraid to make this dare.
So another will prove they care.
If all of this has been another lie.
Then I guess I already know why.
So I'll look back at reflections in the mirror held deep inside.
Where I know I will never again have to hide.
And within these eyes I see.
I finally know what will complete me.