The Weight of Silence

I'm hurting,

even in my sleep I'm crying...

I'm hurting me!

Stabbed myself in the heart and bleeding badly,

over and over again

until it's drying

until it's dead...

What do you know about me?

You know nothing...

You don't know that every lie that I've said

is ripped me apart,

torn my skin inch by inch,

took my breath second by second...

You said you're hurting...

So will you try to be me?

Will you try to endure all the pains I feel?

Will you?

Will you able to keep those pains by yourself?

Of course

I'm laughing...

But do you know whom I laughing at?

MYSELF!!!

For being this cruel,

for being this weak,

for being

me...