I whisper I love you
you whisper I hate you...
Why am I left alone so often?
Why do I suffer the pain...
I'm lost,
I need help...
That feeling of "i seriously give up"...
hands quit moving...
I don't understand,
what is wrong with me...
Why does it seem like no one cares?
Why does it seem like i am made out of air...
I see the fear in her eyes,
The pain she is bearing, holding with her arms...
Can someone really save you
when you're running from yourself...
I hurt myself and touch my scars. That's exactly...
I thrive on the sadness
that tears at my heart...
She sits there on the floor
while her tender heart continues to bleed...
Do you really hate me?
Do you clearly not see...