It's not so bad

It's not so bad at all,
The wound does seems to be getting worse,
Like a deadly infection is actually at work,
And it makes me think of those squishy worms,
That wriggle around nasty things and little openings,
And once they manage to get in,
They feed on everything that they can find,
But it's not so bad at all,
When my ears hear that voice of yours,
Even if they are meant to hurt me,
Well there are still quite lovable surprisingly,
Someone told me I need help to get off,
Your back and start rolling my life on my own,
But I guess I can't stop holding on,
It's not so bad at all,
Considering the fact that you are still here,
I honestly thought you'll run away with fear,
After tearing my heart with your charm,
And faking your love though it's better than none,
I still wish there's a small part of you,
That I can hope for when it comes to truth.