Telling's from the heart

Pain.

The ice runs in my vains.

Tells me that I have becomed a visable ghost.

Know one can see the pain I hold.

Know one knows the blood that I see.

The pain says I'm alive,

The tears say I'm gonna die.

All I know is,

Why do you have to see it this way?

I know it.

It hurts me too.

I loathe knowing it continues like this

But I abhor knowing you won't be open to why.

You don't see the anger I have.

It's been long gone since you last heard me cry.

You have never witnessed the river that I open.

It is all one word.

A word we all know so well.

It is pain.

So much pain that it becomes cold.

I see you c

                    y

  AND I SEE YOU YELL

then I see the h.u.r.t,

                         lament,

                          disdain.

This does nothing to help me

                  From

        The      O   E     N

                      C     A

  In which           I       Drown.

Now all I do is

Live in my fantasies

Escaping the real world.

Because that is what I do best.