Trying,
Dying,
Their eyes brimming with tears,
Every sob a torment to my ears.

Trying,
Dying,
So bitter,
They say to me,
For a love counterfeiter,
And what can I do but agree?

Trying,
Dying,
If I let go of their image of my heart,
It would likely tear people apart.

Trying,
Dying,
Wouldn't believe that I can love,
Wouldn't think I was sane,
If I professed that it was the image I was sick of,
Would say that there's been damage to my brain.

Trying,
Dying,
I would love to scream that the damage is to my soul,
But they all say it's as filthy as coal,
And they'd say it's non-existent if there was an opinion-poll.

Trying,
Dying,
I wish to be seen,
Not for what I seem,
Though I won't say that I'm completely clean,
Maybe someone could see, in my eyes, a dream.

Trying,
Dying,
I'm having more luck drowning in the wishes,
And giving heartless kisses.

Trying for something that will only end in Dying.