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Watch me suffer
The bitterness of the quiet noise, I hear from you,
My place to breathe quietly in this loud place,
To see you everyday, and you not care what I do,
I feel like I'm living in a closed space,
Can you see me, I look fine do I,
As I look at you, I see past your eyes to your soul,
Whether I am alone or around you I cry, do you care why,
I speak loud when I can, but the suffering is taking its toll and no one knows,
Can I walk with you, to share my pain or regain happiness,
Will you listen to my heart beat, while I listen to yours,
I can not live alone in a world of sadness,
How can you pass so easily through this superficial door,
I always awake with tears on my pillow, so how would you know there are tears, because you look at me as if I was a window, just watching me suffer.
Do you feel for others, or do you choose to look away like they are not there?