Her words were like a knife into my heart,
Her smile was ever-changing and false.
She had left me on that Tuesday morn,
To sit and struggle with being alone.
I watched her slip away,
I followed her with my eyes,
And I watched from a distance.
We were apart now,
And nothing could close the gap between us.
I thought of the times with her,
And I could remember no happiness,
Only broken dreams, and lost thoughts of sadness.
And then I thought of what life was like before her.
I suddenly realized that I never needed her,
Instead, I needed to fix myself first.

Why do the words come out the way they do?
Why is it so hard to understand me?
Is it hard to look into my eyes;
And trust me for the few words I say?
Why don't people listen?
Why can't they understand the pain?
The words come out, and no one listens.
No one wants to hear them, or see the pain,
Everyday I hear the words,
And everyday, the knife digs deeper.
I lose all sense of compassion,
When I hear the words,
I feel the pain, and they don't see it.
No one can understand the hurt,
No one wants to feel it.
Nobody likes to be the "one".
But I am everyday.

Ashamed.
Ashamed of my thoughts,
Ashamed of my actions,
I'm afraid of rejection,
And I'm afraid to share my thoughts,
I'm scared of the past,
And I'm afraid to show my tears.