Debris

*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