*Breathe in*
*Breathe out*

Wretched lines curse my name
My heart aches underneath
No one to look another way
No one to see me cry

Once I cry, if you choose not to hear me, do I make a
sound?

If you cry, and is cradled with the brazer and suckling
love.
Does my pain matter?
Do the words really hurt?

I am not a puppet for your love and life.

Do not look at me like I am less than something more!
That I am not something to betray, but something to
befriend

I see you laughing
I can feel you judging me

I KNOW they are deceiving me 
I cry and cry waiting for the hate to stream through

Waiting for your fingertips that never come
waiting for some kind of relief that everysinglething WILL
be okay.

Something that never comes, less of the heart break

And more of the screaming pain

So don't look my way when my tears subside

They are only debris
Falling from the true beauty
Your 
Heart