Do you see the pain
When you look in me in the eye?
Or are you way to busy
Getting drunk and high?

Do you see the tears
That stream down my check?
Can u comprehend them
Or are your brain cells too weak?

Do you see the bruises
On my heart?
Or are looks the only things
You consider a work of art?

Do you see the blood
Flowing from my wrist,
From the cuts that
Really do exist?

Do you see me turning pale,
Lying on the floor, dying?
Do you see it and feel
Like crying?

Now I’m dead
Can you see it?
Do you see that
You made me quit?

My life is over,
But I love you still.
And hope you do too,
Even though I know you never will.

 
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