Your words 
your cruel words
stop me
freeze me in time
i look around
but you've left once again before i can say anything
i don't cry
because tears are an emotion
and i've been made 
to be cold
hard like a slate of stone

i wish i could express
how i feel
in tears
like any normal hormonal teenager
but my tear drop faucet
is closed and rusty
only opened once a year
in private

no one knows
what its like
they just think i feel as if i'm too good for them
but only if they knew
i'd die to be in their position
not caring
not knowing
what it feels like to be so 
broken