Talking From All of Me - But They Still Would Not See
Everyone always expect something from me, some form of perfection that they assume should be. I have given too much to be everything they wanted me to be, now they are asking me to be myself. How would I have been everything they all wanted, and still know when it’s me or them that I’m being? The middle of my heart is a wide hole, but they shout that they’ve never seen anyone that whole. Tears fall down my eyes like the rushing stream, but they never see the sadness within, only it beauty. I crave sadness as teenagers seek after love, I crave pain as bees seek after honey, and it scares my soul. Look into my eyes and see, how hollow it really is, how empty I really feel, what death has made out of me. There’s no light within, there’s no love for me, there’s no blood to bleed, just the sad life that’s me. I’ve looked to the stars for ages to wish, but those that shoot seems to have been aimed at me. I’m so lost, it hurts… I’m so scared, it burns… I’m so trouble...