If My Shattered Heart Could Talk It Would Say This

In a world full of life, I am the only one who is lost and out of place; When will I find my home? [I don't know why I always ask questions I never want to know the answer to] My heart breaks silently as I smile in front of everyone else; I long to fit in and be one of them; My words will never amount to the pain that falls from my bloodshot eyes.

I can change the way I talk; The way I act; Even do all of the silly things they do. But for some reason, I will never feel as if I belong- Why is my life this way? [Another dumb question] On paper, my fingers trace the words my heart speaks. The shattered remains of my heart anyways...

They tell me it is fine, and that I do belong; But I can't believe it. I can't feel it; Someone save me. I am drowning in sorrow and wallowing in self-pity; My chest is heavy and my breathing is slow. When all my tears have reached the sea, I can only pray that they will begin to care for me.