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Why?
I don't understand.
Can't you hear me?
Why don't you see me?
I am right here.
Feel this pulse in my wrist. I am alive. Listen to the words I am speaking. I can be heard. Notice my expression. I am hurt. Fate seems to be against me. It pushes me until my very limit, and laughs at me when I fall. Though I pick myself up, thinking that you will see that I am alive, that I can be heard, and that I need to be stitched back together.... You are blind. You do not see me. You are numb. You do not feel me. You are deaf. You do not hear me.
The sun did not rise today. I am lost in a sea of broken hearts under a black sky. Where is my light? My savior? My arms and legs are tired from treding water. I hear a horn in the distance and a glow on the horizon. It is you. I scream and shout, swallowing the thick sea water. My cries have been suppressed by my chokes and you turn away.... I know you have seen me. I saw you hesitate.
Screams are no longer an option, you are too far gone to hear them. I now cradal my broken heart in my arms, crying over it. I pray that you might give me a second chance, but I am sure you didn't even give me a first one. You dismissed me like I was fly on your shoulder. Feel this pulse in my wrist. I am alive.
I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight and daddy'll come in telling me to stop because crying over nothing is stupid. He'll slam the door because he's fed up with my tears. And the walls that enclose me seem to become my prison, because I cannot escape the constant misery.
And you won't notice that I am hurting because I don't want you to say that what I am feeling are lies for attention. And finally when I am truly happy...you'll wish you would have noticed me. You'll wish it would have been you that made me so happy. And I'll say; "You had that chance right in the palm of your hand."
But for now I will carry the sadness that you caused in my heart, it is my last memory of you. I will remember your voice and the tone it held when you let me go. Unforgiving.
I don't understand.
Can't you hear me?
Why don't you see me?
I am right here.
Feel this pulse in my wrist. I am alive. Listen to the words I am speaking. I can be heard. Notice my expression. I am hurt. Fate seems to be against me. It pushes me until my very limit, and laughs at me when I fall. Though I pick myself up, thinking that you will see that I am alive, that I can be heard, and that I need to be stitched back together.... You are blind. You do not see me. You are numb. You do not feel me. You are deaf. You do not hear me.
The sun did not rise today. I am lost in a sea of broken hearts under a black sky. Where is my light? My savior? My arms and legs are tired from treding water. I hear a horn in the distance and a glow on the horizon. It is you. I scream and shout, swallowing the thick sea water. My cries have been suppressed by my chokes and you turn away.... I know you have seen me. I saw you hesitate.
Screams are no longer an option, you are too far gone to hear them. I now cradal my broken heart in my arms, crying over it. I pray that you might give me a second chance, but I am sure you didn't even give me a first one. You dismissed me like I was fly on your shoulder. Feel this pulse in my wrist. I am alive.
I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight and daddy'll come in telling me to stop because crying over nothing is stupid. He'll slam the door because he's fed up with my tears. And the walls that enclose me seem to become my prison, because I cannot escape the constant misery.
And you won't notice that I am hurting because I don't want you to say that what I am feeling are lies for attention. And finally when I am truly happy...you'll wish you would have noticed me. You'll wish it would have been you that made me so happy. And I'll say; "You had that chance right in the palm of your hand."
But for now I will carry the sadness that you caused in my heart, it is my last memory of you. I will remember your voice and the tone it held when you let me go. Unforgiving.
I've been stuck with writers block for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time. -.e And this is what came out after listening to song....after song...after song...searching for some inspiration. And yeah, it's kind of based off a true event, but it ain't that bad as I made it out to be. It's just nice to make a character sufer too y'know? cause they aren't reail.
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Very nice. And very sad too...
