Empty Cry

Below a crimson sky,
A river of blood,
An empty cry.
Is it my fault,
Or are you blind,
Have you simply decided to leave the truth behind?
Is it because Ive worked so hard,
I actually succeeded,
Is it jealousy,
Your secret, petty envy,
Or is it your true black of heart?
When did it all start
At what point did I realize,
You arent all perfect either,
You make harsh judgments,
Over no evidence at all,
You always think your so tall,
But take away your cape,
Rip away the mask,
Your as short as me,
And you probably know it, too.

So leave the criticism behind,
Look at me like I am,
Can you see,
Would you look at me if I was suffering,
Or would you turn away,
Pretending you couldnt see,
Because its something ugly,
That doesnt fit in your perfect world,
But see this,
Its the suffering you caused.
So look at it, see it there, and accept it.
Its who I am, and what you did to me.