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They don’t understand that I’m dying inside,

And the tears roll down- But they don’t see me cry.

They never leave my eyes- And never touch my cheeks,

The tears and tissue never meet- The world will never see.

These tears stay inside of me- It’s how it has to be.

No one knows all the pain I feel- What I see isn’t real,

Sometimes I just want to steal- Another person’s life,

Just to see what it’s like- To see if they’re empty,

If they fight this fight.

I want to know who else feels this strife- Who’s empty inside,

Who feels this pain- But always they hide.

Behind they’re outside appearance- Who screams and no one hears it,

Who’s vision is blurry- And they have no one to clear it.

No one understands- Or at least I feel they don’t,

I want them to help- But they won’t.

Because they can’t- You can’t help what you can’t see,

You can’t see inside of me.

But it’s so clear when I write- These words illustrate my fight,

I’ve put it in your sight- And you just look at me like.

“Why are doing this?- This can’t be healthy”,

Well why don’t you help me- Not one person has felt me.

Or known what I was saying- They all think I’m playing,

Because they don’t see the tears- And they don’t know my fears,

And never once have I appeared- To be upset or scared.

But every day I cry- And every day I die,

Hoping that they’ll try- Or stare into my eyes.

And see into my soul- And that I’m only half whole,

And my feelings are so cold- At one point they were gold.

But now I am nothing- I lock it all away,

And as another day comes- I slip back into my slum,

I become and emotional bum- Thoughts, I have none.

And inside I cry- As my tear ducts remain dry,

I sit here and I try- To write to get by.

It seems I’m living a lie- Because I lock away my fears,

And I let no one near- But I still want them to see,

Me cry my internal tears.









Michael C. Lucas