May2008
I hate to admit it,
but I know that she is right.
I don’t want this to be real…
But lately, this is all that I feel.
I can’t put up another fight.
I try and I try,
but in the end…
All I can do is cry.
They simply don’t know.
How my tears always dry
from my endless nights.
I try to get some sleep…
But the scars open up…
And these wounds are far too deep.
Throughout the day and throughout the night,
it is an endless fight for me not to cry.
Nobody notices how hard I try…
But the tears roll down my cheeks…
Just as a heart bleeds…
