Can any one really hear me
When Im screaming in my room
With the pillow over my head
And my CDs up high?
Is it just an act when people say they understand?
Have they honestly felt this way?
I can't imagine any one but me
Going through this grief
A crime against humanity
To hurt this bad
Can any one really see me
WHen my door is locked
And my blnids are shut
And Im hurting so bad that I cut?
Can any one else taste this blood?
Does any one else's eyes burn?
From the salt water drops they crawl out of my eyes?
Is any one else this broken?
This fragile?
Does any one else scream this loud
With out being heard?
Does any one else dress this black?
With a room with such bad energy?
Or write more angry poems?
Am I a one of a kind?
Am I as I suspect?
Alone
Does any one else cry so much cuz they're so fustrated?
Is any one else this preocupied?
Does any one else run in the rain
Crying aloud?
Am I as I suspect?
Am I one of a kind?
 
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