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“And you finally wake up one day, realise there’s nothing to say…” Celine Dion
Can’t you hear me talking?
Can’t you see me walking?
I’m like a ghost; just a shadow
Of what I have been until now.
And none of you will realise
Because I don’t bleed and you see me smile.
Stop and wonder why!
Every minute spent I’m wasting my time!
Do I have to fall on my knees
and beg you’ll stop to look at me,
and see all this fucking shit
that is breaking, hurting, killing me?
I can’t stand it no more,
please stop calling at my door,
I’m tired, I don’t like it, I don’t want to
Don’t you understand when I tell you?
I try to speak up my mind
or just tell you what I have inside
but words won’t just come out.
No one knows what this is all about.
Is out there anyone who minds?
Someone strong enough to see me cry.