The Thing I Dread

The tears keep coming down
Leaving proof that I have cried
Everyday, new mascara stains;
I can no longer live this life

It pains me to go on
It hurts to be alive
How can people be happy
Yet, I feel so much strife?

People take for granted
The life that they are given
They think the word sorry
Will make everything forgiven

Nothing will get better
I don't care what they say
They don't feel what I feel;
Undescribable pain, everyday

They think they understand it
What I'm going through
They pretend to feel sorry for me
But they don't have a clue

I can't stomach looking in mirrors
My eyes are always swollen and red
Traces of crying on my cheeks
My eyes; they're completely dead

No one knows my secrets
And how much blood I shed
Living life for one more day
Is the thing I dearly dread

Rachel Crombie--4//9//06