Long time ago

I wrote this years ago and randomly came across it, tell me what you think.

The pain never goes away.
Even when the scar heals over.
My shame never seems to fade
into the darkness that is my home.
No more love for thee that hurts
yet here I am.
I am in love.
Far more than before.
Do we need to hurt so we can feel better afterwards?
If so then how much more do we need to feel?
I don't want to hurt anymore
I don't want to cry anymore
Life is just a game, yet we are more than pawns.
We are the hands that move our own pieces.
We just don't see it
We are blind
I can feel the love that was ours once
but there is much more than that
I can feel the hurt that will always tell me what I did.
I will never forget
I am the hand that moves the queen and king
I move the knight and the bishop
I move me...