The Rusted Blade...

[dogma_56667]

It's not that I don't hear you,
It's not that I don't care;
The noise that echoes in me
is simply more than I can bare.
You think that I am distant,
shut off from all your pain...
but it cuts me like a rusted blade
and I know that I'm insane.

To you I am a silhouette,
a shadow, a blank stare;
But inside I am screaming,
am tearing at my hair.
But you don't see me writhing
in sickness and distaste;
you can't see me dying,
you can't see beyond my face...

It's not that I don't listen
I really sympathise;
But I can't make it better
when it's me that I despise
You think that I am distant,
shut off from all your pain...
but it cuts me like a rusted blade
and I know that I'm insane.