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.
Copyright © Perla Delrio | Year Posted 2009
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