Days go by,
Bringing back my grief,
Despite what you believe,
Days can only bring pain.
How do you know what I feel?
What I want or need?
I think you should listen,
To me and the crying wind.
Days go by,
Watching me withering away,
Slowly losing faith in myself,
Wanting nothing and needing everything.
Hours go by,
Me on the floor,
Bleeding to my demise,
No longer can I use this disguise.
Hiding behind my falseness,
Smiles,laughs,and everything else,
Never did I tell you,
All of this.
Would you have cared?
Would you have noticed?
I like to think you would,
But I fear you wouldn't.
Now my only presence is in your heart,
Reminding you of me while we are apart,
Maybe if you listen carefully,
You will hear my voice on the crying wind,
As days go by.
