They flow down in silent streams
Showing the dense pain
They let others see that I am weak
Is that bad?
...
Like something that follows me everywhere I go
There when not and in my dreams
Makes me toss and turn and scream
I know what it is
...
I see him just sitting there
I wonder should I say anything
I try, I succeed, and we talk
Before the show, at dinner,
...
What do you do if he talks?
What do you do if he walks?
Do you follow or stay
A deep blush creeps
...
They said I was most
Beautiful
That I was beautiful as a rose
That is what I did, I grew
...
i am a soul who has never tasted love, but has been slapped with rejections. are my friends my ties to this world. i don't no. i need to be found, because i am tearing inside.)
Tears
They flow down in silent streams
Showing the dense pain
They let others see that I am weak
Is that bad?
Is having people help you okay?
Aren't I supposed to help them?
Not the other way around?
These questions flow through my head,
Aching i look through the water
To see many people I help
Looking at me this bad.
It makes me feel worse.