When I look at you, you see right through me.
You will never understand me. And I’m glad.
Because I am a person who carries more pain than your soul has been allowed.
You are simple, but I am a hurricane.

I hope you know that I will never let you in.
I will never put you before me.
I will always put myself first.

I say it doesn’t even hurt me.
It doesn’t hurt to leave you wounded and wondering why I walked away so easily.
If it doesn’t hurt, why am I laying in a ball on my floor at 2:20am?
Why can’t I stop crying?

You are a brick wall and I am a waterfall.
So how do I make it stop?
The pain in your eyes has ripped me in half.
I don’t think I will ever heal.