Questions from my heart

I like to sit and think,
Think about how I'm on the brink.
How my emotions change so fast,
How I know the happiness will never last.
I think of how people break hearts,
If thats what they intended from the start?
Do people really mean it when they say I hate you?
After words have been said theres nothing you can do.

Do people know when they make you go home and cry?
Is it their intention to make you want to die?
Do they know how you feel?
How they make your world unreal.
Do they know about your past?
or understand how long the pain lasts?
They will never understand,
With their mouths so big and their houses so grand.

Why wont they leave you alone?
Are their hearts made of stone?
Do they want to give you all this grief,
All the pain and bad memories they release.
The make your life a living hell,
Their words destroying you like a everlasting spell.
Maybe they want you to cry?
Maybe they're waiting for you to die?