My thinking has failed.
My heart, cut open.
Suffering, unveiled.
Yet I'm still broken.

I thought I was clear.
I thought you were fair.
But you weren't here.
And I wasn't there.

Were we meant to be?
Or destined to fail?
It could be just me.
Another tall tale.

Now we don't talk.
I know that you cry.
To you it's a shock-
It's true, so do I.

You're right, I don't show.
I also don't tell.
Because when you know,
You say "Go to hell".

Wanted to be heard.
Thought that was okay.
My vision is blurred.
Can't keep tears at bay.