What Is This?

[Flutterfly]

I close my eyes,
I pretend to be,
Somebody,
That I'm not.

Is this how I'm made to feel?
Is this what I'm here to be?
Is that how I know I'm real?
Is that how I know I'm me?

I don't want to feel alone,
Broken crying on the floor.
I don't want to feel so dead,
Body aching, bones so sore.

I can't cry if my tears run dry.
I can't live if I don't love.
I'll never lie if I just die.
I'd like to feel my heart above...

But it came crashing down,
With the most painful reality.
I'm not even gonna frown,
I skip to crying; death to see.

You lash out painful words,
Actions we've surpressed.
Tearing open all my wounds,
Yet I've never confessed.

Is this the way I'm made to be?
Crying, hurting, dying to live.
Is this how love should be?
When will I learn to forgive?

Perhaps when you are willing,
To put down our differences.
Perhaps when you are willing...
To admit what is...

What is it that is killing me?
What is it that is killing you?
I'm not sure I want to see...
And neither do you.

[nick]

Sad, but good