A smile upon the hit
But your attacks just mended my belief
That crying was just a relief.
I used to hug you in condition
To save your heart from rendition
And just when you felt fine
My world wasn't mine.
I was split into four out of five
The only way to survive
A heart torn in letter
To make it all seem better.
One side was fake
Telling everyone that my heart couldn't possibly break
And i never felt that my life was truly the worst,
And maybe abuse wasn't a curse.
One side bleeds from the eyes
Seeing who i should despise
Not letting me have the ability to feel
Only the pain is too real.
A reflection of rage
And yet locked up in a cage
Afraid of destruction upon arrival
Solitude, my only survival.
A ghost for my third side
A part of me taht has died
No need to worry
She says she's sorry.
And the fourth side is the one
That is completly numb
A shadow to my fake
Because there is nothing left to break.
I gather all my sides in teh mirror
Just to survive all the yelling i hear
Telling me what i should do
In order to get through.
My fake says to be there
For the peopel whom i truly do care
Bled side tells me to stay away
There is nothing i can say.
Rage side tells me to yell "SHUT UP!"
And don't stop until they give up
My ghosts says it's all in my head
And taht i was just truly dead.
My numb side doesn't know why i should care
It's not like they have ever been there
So I decide to do all the things suggested
And now ther is just one last question...
WHY SHOULD I CARE?