Please Stop Dying

[Flutterfly]

Can you feel the pain seeping down into your soul?
The pain you created on your own.
Living life the way I watch you die.
You think you're living but you're so not living.
I know you're dying but you swear you're living.
You swear you are.

It makes me cry to watch you die the way you do.
But you think you're living.
And who am I to say you're not?
You say I'm not living, I'm just wasting what I have.
But I tell you I have more than you, what do you have?
You have nothing.

Do you feel your heart ache as you pass it off as love?
You say you're just alright.
But I put the emphasis on just.
You say I'm doing bad because everything I have is gone.
But you just wait and you will see what you have, forever gone.
Not coming back.

I simply sit here all alone as I watch the others dying off.
I offered my hand to them.
But they refused me with a laugh.
I swear this isn't humor that should be laughed upon like a joke.
You just wait until you realise what's going on, then where is the joke?
This is for real.

You couldn't care less about my heart that I hold on to so tightly.
But you want it to have.
To play with my emotions.
You want to watch me suffer like you know you do deep inside your own.
But you can't bare to come to the realization that you are actually on your own.
And you're dying.

Tear drops flutter from my eyes as the truth reveals the lies.
You're too stubborn.
You will not hear it.
You keep on going like you know what's coming but you're only dying.
You swear you're living, unlike me, but I'm watching you and you're dying.
Please stop dying.