Why do I conceal while others have their fun?
Why do I suffer all the mistakes I have done?
Why don’t I mind about my life very much?
Why do I have difficulty with everyone I trust?

Why I don’t cry when my heart bleeds as such?

Why do I impede everyone who comes?
Why do I feel so inadequate to some?
Why do I hold that picture that I clutch?
Why do I feel I’m fine blowing dust?

Why I don’t cry when my heart bleeds as such?

Why are my feelings so different to yours?
Why am I a flower that stands against the wall?
Why do I believe I’m a creature of disgust?
Why over the years have I just learnt to adjust?

Why I don’t cry when my heart bleeds as such?

Why to everyone else do I scarcely exist?
Why don’t my dreams come to me as I wish?
Why don’t you care about me as such?
Why are you often too far away to touch?

Why I don’t cry when my heart bleeds as such?

Why is my soul like an empty shell?
Why do I feel I often live in hell?
Why do I feel as if I need to cuss?
Why do I have the sense of a life so unjust?

maybe I do cry as my heart bleeds so much?

5/6/10