Why I Live

People ask me what keeps me alive. I look at them and smile for they wouldn't know. They wouldn't know what hides behind my eyes. They wouldn't know what keeps me up at night. They wouldn't know the feelings that I have. The feelings that hurt so bad. So I spill my heart onto a peice of paper for its the only thing that won't judge, the only thing that will listen. So, should I confess what keeps me alive? Well here it is, just looking into his eyes. Just being craddled in his arms, listening to him breath. Hearing his voice, listening to whispers of sweet nothings. Just knowing he loves me puts me on cloud nine. But love does hurt, especially over time. Especially when its so confined. I can't tell anyone, so it builds up inside. So when I see him I give him all the love I can. Hope its enough, just being who I am.