Silly girl, you complain
about life as if you've gotten
it worse than others
You don't know just how
great your life is
You have people who are
deathly afraid of loosing
you
You have men who are
dying to have just a single
chance with you
You have a mother and father
who are willing to change for
you to be happy
But me?
I haven't got a single soul
worrying for me
No one lies awake at night,
bags under their eyes the
next day because the reason
they were staying up at night
Is because loosing you was
absolutely terrifying
No one cries when they loose me
No one is even scared to loose me,
because I have no one to loose
anymore
No one feels the need to remind
me that I'm beautiful
I can't even remember the last
time someone told me I was
beautiful
And when everything hurts and
I feel like just falling apart and
quitting, no one tells me to stay
I've been told by my own
mother that she doesn't care
I do the caring
I do the crying
I do the reminding
I have the bags under my eyes
And yet you walk around with
a broken heart because you just
can't open your eyes and see just
how fucking great you have it
Me?
I have myself and no eyes to
open, they're already open and I
see everything
I walk around with a broken
heart, not because I choose to,
but because no one cares
Silly girl, you have it great
I'm the one who has nothing
to loose and no reason to be
here anymore
-e.l.
