Stating Hidden Pain

I'm suffering I'm in pain, I'm walking down the drain. No thrills, no meanings. Everything empty inside. I'm a candle in the sun, burning just for the fun. The wax falls on me, burning deep inside while no one sees. I'm an aching air, floating around the room, I'm a ghost swept out by a broom. My feelings are hurt easy. I do not express my self well. I would rather get smothered by your pillow then burn in hell. You ignore me, You don't see who I am. You don't even understand. I might kill my self tonight, I feel so uptight. Everything lets down on me. I wish someone would hear me. Listen to my cries. Listen to my voice shake, the night I died. You didn't pay attention you didn't even listen. Remind your self I'm the shadow behind your face. I'm the one you erased. I'm the one that died ten years ago, Still you do not know. You didn't even have a chance to make it to my funeral, and frankly I don't care. But all those that saw me on the floor was shocked and stared. As if I wasn't alone, as if I was to perfect to do such a thing. the blood covered my clothes. my neck slit, my bitterness hit home, And fell to the pits. I ask why? Why didn't you see me standing there I had been walking around for years in thin air. Still you didn't give a damn, Still you couldn't understand. I was the one, that was supposed to be strong I was the one that was supposed to be good and never do wrong, I was the one that could see through you. I was the one with an open heart that was true. You were wrong, And now you know because its to late, to state my blame now. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 01:33 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10