Treasure Island

Vathalia Mae

(5/12/1995 / Virginia)


Do you see the hate reflecting back into your eye?
Do you see the fear, depression and loneliness transform into thoughts of suicide?
Can you see my silent tears?
Can you see the MADNESS from all my nightmares?

No one does so I hide,
bury the feelings.
Never feel the need to confide
Even though it might provide special healings.
Is something wrong with me?
Nobody can just plainly see.
Sometimes it sucks being lonely.

I'm never enough
Don't believe me then test my bluff
Ill leave you hanging
Ill leave you pissed
I'm not so high up in anyone's ranking
Just test me and see how quick you'll wanna be dismissed.

I don't believe in trust
So Secrets are always a must
My lover takes me by the hand
Yet his love I feel I mustn't demand.
I don't wanna screw my future up
But sometimes its hard to give a f**k

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013
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