Do you know it hurts
To walk, to talk, to see
It hurts when you look
But do not see me
It hurts that you do not know who i am
It hurts much worse than a hammer to my hand
What atrocious things must i have commited?
To not have what i crave,
For just a moment
What penance must i do?
To make up for,
What i'll never have from you
So i will try to stare,
Stare beyond that wall
I hope that you try to make it fall
You stand behinde it, im shure
But you stand unmoving, unwavering
Like a statue so beautiful
yet so lifeless & dull
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