Mm..

Posted April 22, 2008

You tell me that you love me
You swear to me that you do

You promise me you’ll never leave
I look away, hiding the doubt in my eyes

You say that you know me
Can’t you see you don’t?

Can’t you see I’m hurting?
Dying even?


Behind the mirror I cry
Screaming to break free

Behind the smiles
There are tears

Behind the laughs
There are cries

Behind the happiness
There is sorrow


Can’t you understand?
Can’t you realize I’m in pain?

I’m not screaming for my own pleasure.
I’m not screaming for your amusement.

How can you just stand there?
How can you ignore what I feel?

Do you simply not see it?
Or do you simply not care?