Needless

It's easier to break yourself In tiny pieces To show them how you suffer. It's easier to cut your hands and See your blood flowing out of Your body filling the silence which is Killing you. It's easier to say goodbye, Pretend like you don't care and Always smile, and smile all over again Because it is nothing that They want to know. It's easier to walk out the door, Easier to disappear when You feel nothing holding you To anything that in the end is Nothing at all, Especially all of them who were Trying to be a part of your life Occupying your mind and heart, Steeling what was real once inside of you But then they were all gone. It's easier you think but You don't know a thing. Nobody is going to show you the real That you pretend. It's easier to say but There is the hardest out there. To prove you wrong When it is needless I'm not going to. Because there is no sense To teach the dead to feel the life.