Wonders
I never understood why people always have to know what happens with me.
Was it because they cared? I can't stand it sadly.
I wonder maybe after all I am heartless.
I wonder if they will ever be day where I wouldn't have this unbearing feeling over my soul.
See past the smiles and look at this the windows of my soul and tell me what do you truly
see. Do you still see a young innocent child screaming for help or worthless girl who is dying
with no sound at all?
Do you still believe yelling is the best thing? Do you ever wonder what pain you are still
causing.
Makes me wonder in the end of the day who is the ungrateful.
Who always asks and asks but never truly gives. I wonder.
You make me wonder.
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