I sit here,
my face is blank
save for a tear;
and the voices in my head.
I don't want the world to know
how I really feel,
how far I'll let myself go;
my chest is empty.
I am growing weak
and I am always tired;
there is a bruise on my cheek,
people won't understand.
I can't trust you with my heart,
nothing there to give -
My world is falling apart;
I'm not sorry
Nor am I afraid,
my body is growing cold.
Just let me cry today,
its the only thing I've got.
Why sadness is all that's left,
I don't really know, can't cry -
those tears will never be let,
in case it vanishes;
Then there would be nothing left.
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