You wouldn't know..

It wud mean a lot if u voted and commented..this is about my father and how he's always out getting drunk with my grandfather...who sexually abused me, and spends so much time with him and doesnt want to know whats going on in my life and ignores how i feel.

This pain inside I doubt you'd see,
just like these tears that suffocate me,
And I doubt you here these choking words,
nor would you see those flocking birds,
And you don't see my breaking heart,
or all the thoughts tearing me apart,
You wouldn't know about this blade of mine,
or what I mean when I say I'm fine,
You wouldn't know that I don't eat,
or what makes me so incomplete,
You wouldn't notice that I just don't care,
or the statements I make with the clothes I wear,
You wouldn't know where I am or where I go,
That I wish to die, no, you wouldn't know,
And I don't think I mentioned, my mood towards my friends,
or my family, yeah I hate you, beyond what comprehends,
And you wouldn't know how bad I feel,
or how happiness seems so surreal,
You just wouldn't know or maybe not understand,
and you don't want to help, or just hold my hand,
all these things in my head, they just wont go away,
and you think I'm fine but I'm not ok!
Don't drug me up with your stupid pills,
Or lock me away, you know that really kills,
Don't pretend you don't see me, I know to well you do,
And don't look right past me or pretend you never knew,
If you really want to help me you could kill me any day,
but no one wants to help and this pain won't go away..
But theres no need to worry, you get drunk, go on...go!
After all it isn't your fault, I mean, you didn't..wouldn't know...