I am alive but i am not liveing

Im

Forgotten
Insecure
Nothing
Empty

You have not lived my life so you shall never understand

You dont preach to a preacher
You wouldnt complain about the colour of the sky to the blind
So dont talk to me about feeling stupid I dont need the remind

Death is apart of life so what are we doing if not living to die

Looking in your eyes as you tell me you love me and all i can relpy is i know beacsue i can no longer say i love you too

Its my fault what else is there to say

Even the Prettiest Rose has its thorns

My head is being held high and a smile on my face
If they see me happy then maybe they will leave me alone to cry
I am only happy on the out side as my inside starts to die

The eyes aren’t weeping
Buts it’s the heart that is bleeding

Your can’t brake the broken