Hurt

I love you,
Why?
Do you not hear my cry?
Do you enjoy seeing me in pain?
Is this all a sick game?

These are questions I often think of
That always go unanswered
These leave me with relief Unaccured

Do you care? No, really?
don't treat my questions as "silly"
This is how I feel!
All my self-torture is real.

I laugh at other girls that act this way
Why i do it, i cant say
whats really sad
Is i am just like them
all those roads I've been

I've cried those tears
Wasted those years
felt that pain
Screamed in the rain;

But yet i am just the same
Given undeserved fame
they think i am strong
If only they knew how long
How long i have suffered
From these thoughts
leaving body and soul distraught

I love you
You know that
Yet i am still treated like a mat
Walked on
Kicked in
covered in dirt
Cant you see i feel hurt?