It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see
The parts of which fall from me
Like the ****** tears from the crying stone
Gathering around, but I’m still alone
Smiling and laughing as I die inside
Nothing to gain nothing to hide
Wishing that someone would just care
Seeing that no one is really there
Am I just a ghost or really here?
Not knowing the answer is my worst fear
You see me, you see through me
No acknowledgement no apathy
This is all that’s left of me…
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see
The parts of which fall from me
Like the ****** tears from the crying stone
Gathering around, but I’m still alone
Smiling and laughing as I die inside
Nothing to gain nothing to hide
Wishing that someone would just care
Seeing that no one is really there
Am I just a ghost or really here?
Not knowing the answer is my worst fear
You see me, you see through me
No acknowledgement no apathy
This is all that’s left of me…
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