The Blood Underneath My Fingernail Poem by Stephen Carey

I can’t sleep, because I’m thinking of you.
I am lying in the back of an idle semi.
I wonder if you ever do think of me.
I am lying in the deathly quiet, I sigh.
I always think, next time I see you, I’ll talk to you.
I try, and the good lord above knows I try, I try.
I try so hard it hurts, but no matter what I do.
I can’t, and I don’t, and I just can’t figure out thy.
If I could get over some crazy shyness or fears.
Who knows, but I don’t see it, and I just want to cry.
But I don’t cry, I can’t cry, seems I’ve run out of tears.
Can’t love you or even shed a tear, might as well die.
Try to die, but there’s always hope I’ll be with you.
The same hope I find, looking into your pretty eye.
But it’s getting hard to tell what in the world is true.
Hard to tell between what’s true and what’s another lie.

I can think of a million things to do, then I can think of none.
I bury my head in the covers, until the day is gone.

Like I said before, I can’t sleep, and I’m talking to you.
Even this night, I don’t know if I’ll make it through.
Do you hear my songs?
Do you hear my sigh?
Do you hear my rhymes?
Do you hear my cries?
Do you know my thoughts?
Do you know you’re in my dreams?
Do you know my old tears?
Tell me, do you hear my screams?

That’s right, you don’t.
Maybe you won’t.

You don’t know how much I love you.
You don’t know how much I care.
You don’t know how much I miss you,
When I go and you’re no there.

Of course you do not know, but it is not your fault.
Time hides the pain, covering it like a malt.

I try, and the good lord above knows I try, I try.
I can’t, and I don’t, and I just can’t figure out why.

Who knows, but I don’t see it, and I just want to cry.
Can’t love you or even shed a tear, might as well die.

Try to die, but there’s always hope I’ll be with you.
But it’s getting hard to tell what in the world is true.

I’m laying in the back of an idle semi,
I’m laying in the deathly quiet, I sigh.

Of course it’s not your fault you don’t know.
There’s no one in the world I could show.

I am the unhappy ending of a fairy tale,
And all comes to the blood underneath my fingernail.