You tell me that you're stressed,
that I don't understand you best.
Well how could i not
i too face stress in many a ways,
my heart too has been broken, and I confused,
I've freaked over nothing,
crying tears I've already said.
Missing what I had,or what I want,whishing I was dead
But I also cry myself to sleep,
cut into my skin, in so deep.
I try to feel
But i can't heel.
the pain i recognize, i know it well,
one of the few things I know will be there,
maybe not to bring me cheer.
but if I ever feel the way I tend to usually do,
I just search for feeling,
get rid of what is numbing my body and soul.
What on my heart is taking its toll.
I cut, I dig, I scratch it out,
I wonder what's my life all about?
Now, can I not at least try to understand your stress,
we are all different that I know
but I could at least help you figure out what to wear to the show.....