As i lay on the ground,
Staring at the cieiling,
I wonder of my heart and all the aches and pains in it,
Does anyone understand?,
Do they know the real me?,
Do they know of my troubles?,
Can any of them actually see me?,
It seems more like a sickness
Than any feeling,
A sickness that cannot be cured is what i feel it is,
Sadness has overcome my heart,
The reason is uknown,
I trace my heart,
Searching for anwsers,
But in the end i see nothing,
For my heart is just an illusion
