Do they really care
Do my feeling really matter
Sometimes I don't think so
My heart that they could shatter
I could pick up all the pieces
If they didn't cut my hands
My blood that pooled upon the floor
Where I wrote all my demands
I want someone to care
I want them to know I'm here
I want them to see me
As a person not a mirror
I try to make them happy
I do more than my share
But I'm not perfect
Even though you dare
To tell me that I'm stupid
And glare at me with hate
Then tell me that you're sorry
When truth is you're too late
I told myself I'm just a person
I can't control your life
But I also told myself
I won't deal with your lies
If you can't like me just for me
I have to give you stuff
Then I don't need a friend
Me is just enough
 TheCrossedNova · Mon Aug 25, 2008 @ 11:19pm · 0 Comments |
