How can you tell me not to worry,
When the grounds shaking under my feet?
how can you say it isn't scary,
when i'm crying under my sheets?
How can you tell me it's going to be okay,
when i'm falling from an all time high?
How can you say there's many other ways,
when all i hear are lies?
How can you feel what I'm feeling,
like the walls are caving in on me?
How can you say you understand that i'm suffering,
when you don't see what I see?
How can you hold my hand and watch me cry,
with my tear and mascara stained face?
How can you sit there and watch the world go by,
all the while staring into space?
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I Will Never Write; The Life
PoesiaI think the title says it all at this point. I have started so many stories and I do not think I will finish them. So I decided this would do the trick. Any excerpts i find i will write, along with my feelings and all of that.
