Masking it
When I cry no one is there
Why is that?
Am I just that easy to forget?
Am I just that easy to walk by?
Do the tears on my face mean anything?
Maybe I am just not that important
Maybe I am just a no one
While they are laughing
I'm crying
While they are smiling
I am crying
But they don't know
And I don't think that they ever will
Which is funny since I'm there for them
But they aren't there for me
They say I will pick up up when you fall
But I'm on the ground
No one is here
Am I really just nothing?
I guess I mean nothing
I really am nothing then
The sooner I accept this the better
I will be because no one is there
So I just have to depend on no one
I have to depend on myself
Because they desert me
They leave when you need them most
So you just say "yeah I'm ok" and get on with it until you are alone
Then it comes back
Next thing you know your face is dripping with tears
Because they where suppose to be there
To catch me when I fall
To push me harder
To shove me when I need it
To say its ok to cry when I'm upset
But is anyone really there?
Everything has changed
And I cant do anything
To to sit and watch
I feel so alone
It strangles me
It laughs at me
It enjoys my pain
It is the small voice in my head that says
"They never will understand you, have they ever personally asked you if everything was OK?"
"What makes you think that they'll accept you in their world?"
"What makes you think that they even care about you?"
"What makes you think they even like you as a person?"
" What makes you think that they don't hate your soul?"
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