my tears run on
and make their own little river
the river that never wonders why its there
or why it seems to run so strong
i lie there at night
and think of you
i cry so hard
that i think i might die
dieing is a freedom word right now
death means freedom from this pain that comes to me when i think of you
it sucks to know that i will go through this every night
hoping that you will care for me
i hope that you will show some love for me
if its even there
so i dont think of killing myself
or life without death
it hurts me so much
that i cry myself to sleep
my parents wonder why i weep
and they will think of me as weak if i tell them i fell in love with someone
i havent meant
but looks dont matter to me
and i guess that i dont matter to you
for you ignore my love
and make me cry all night long
you dont know how i feel to run that knife along my skin
and hope love will come back again
i write poems to show you how i feel
how i feel to be me
i hope to love me some day
and i hope you do the same
i cant stand this pain
this pain that wont go away
so my tears run on
 
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