Do You Really Know Me?

Do you really know me?

Can you really see

The things I hide inside my heart

That make it hard to breathe?

I think I have a lot of friends;

I knew them in the past,

But now we are all older;

Our understanding didn’t last.

The see the one I want them to,

They know my painted face.

If they’d look a little harder

They’d know my true place.

I’m a me they do not know.

For them maybe it’s the same.

I’m tired, I’m done, I’ve lost, never won

This old and broken game.

My smile is fake, my tears are true,

I stand but really fall;

They think I’m strong…they think I’m great.

I’m splattered on the wall.

On the outside I am good,

Inside, falling apart.

The do not know…they’ll never see

I no longer have a heart.

Pieces were stolen again and again

As friends died or walked away

‘Till I was left with nothing

Not a single prayer to pray.

No hopes, no dreams, no love, no strength;

This is how I feel;

A hole, a nightmare, a darkness, and fears

That all seem so unreal.

But this is the me I really am.

I need a hand to hold.

“I’m fine I’m good, I need no help!”

Is what you’ve all been told.

I don’t want to have to tell you

Unless you see yourself,

That I’m alone and trapped in darkness

And this is how I’ve felt.

It won’t mean a single thing

Unless, alone, can you see

That I am not the one who holds

My shackles’ only key.

My “friends” and “family” are the ones

Who carry me through grief.

But they don’t know my smile’s fake

And that, inside, I weep.

I want you to know, I need your help

To pull me from this doubt!

I need you to see without help…

Before I loose myself...