The Questions.

As I thrift my self to sleep I think of what I could of done differently As I wake up every morning Thinking this day is as worse as the last Is this as hard as it gets? Is this the kind of pain I have to carry everyday? Everyday, for the rest of my life? As I walk by him through the halls I see him staring at me from the corner of his eye. Can he see my pain? Can he sense it? How long do I have to hide the pain? Months? Days? Years? I can feel my heart ripping more and more Every time I see him. I just can't take the excruciating pain. Did he mean it? Everything that he said? Cause I sure did As I face him everyday, I shear a tear I can feel it rolling down my cheeks As I go through everyday, hiding the pain And feeling like crap and not show how I feel Is a pain in the ass. Can't take it! Everyday! Every freaking day! How far can I go with all of this? All of this pain? These are the questions that might not ever be answered.