when you walked away,
tears started to flow,
when you called me disgraced.
As I fall to the ground my throat begins to clump up,
so I wouldn't be able to breathe.
That was the last time I cried.
As I walk through these halls wearing blank looking eyes,
because I don't want anybody to know the real me.
I want to cry, but if I do people start asking questions, or telling me its going to be okay.
But if I don't, the picture comes back,
me on the cold hard ground crying.
Sometimes at night I will start to cry,
but I stop myself because its not worth it so I go through some phrase and add some words.
Sticks and stones break my bones,
but, if I have broken bones,
I will have to wear a cast,
until I've healed,
but it will never seal my heart.
As I run this through my head,
I think of you, you who caused me this unspeakable pain.
The one person I could tell anything to,
but that all changed when you called me disgraced, and walked away.
That was the last time I saw you.
