You don't know what it's like,
to be wide awake,
hiding from the anguished thoughts.
You don't know what it's like,
to wake up knowing there’s a hole,
in your weary heart.
And the hole deepens each passing day,
each cherished minute,
each subtle second;
consuming your thoughts and feelings,
living off your life source, your very being.
You don't know what it's like
to spend each night in oblivion,
trying to cry your sadness away,
but finding no tears there.
You don't know what it feels like to be broken.
You don't know what it's feels like,
to be me.
You don't know what it's like,
to hear those four words.
They will stay with my soul for life,
and linger in my memories long after.
You don't know what it feels like,
to love a cold shoulder,
when I'm barely managing with my own life.
You have no idea how much I think of you,
how many times I damped my sad eyes for you.
You have the slightest knowledge
of how much regrets I have in my life.
How many times I wanted to end it,
how many times I tried,
and failed.
