Jan 30, 2006 05:17
I wrote a love poem on my wrist you didn’t see
Then, when did you ever really look at me…?
I cried tears of blood for you
You ignore those too
I ran because I wanted you to tell me to stay
All you did was smile and send me away
My heart was full of pain
Until finally it was all that remain
No matter what I say or do
I will never be good enough for you
Did you ever see me as real, see me true?
Was I always a toy, a game to you?
Life is twisted, broken
But when I am gone at least I have spoken
You may not hear or see
You may not even remember me
I love you and I bled for you
Not I know, it was wrong to do
You are so blind to all that feel
I wonder if you can be real
I go on
I pretend to be strong
I am what I have to be
No one will destroy me
I bled tears of blood for you to see
You ignored me
I was real
It was you that could not feel
Now I bleed no more
I am tired, my arms battle sore
I go on as I must do
Only now, I no longer fear you
You are only a ghost to me
At last I walk and do not run, for I am free…
I wrote a love poem on my wrist for you to see
But you never really looked at me…