Who you are...
by C C H
At night I sit and watch the stars,
in hopes of knowing who you are.
I search deep inside my soul,
but I suppose I'll never know.
In the beginning you gave me light,
now all we ever do is fight.
I used to believe our love was true,
now I think my eyes are permanently black and blue.
People said we would never end,
and although you are gone, you'll be back again.
What do I do when you come home,
do I take you in ?or let you go?
I used to be strong enough to say good-bye.
The pain I feel now makes me want to try.
I loved you so much that I couldn't let go,
but there are so many things you'll never know.
Like the way I feel when you get mad,
or the cuts and bruises that hurt so bad.
I've reached out for help, and no one is there,
sometimes I wonder if anyone cares.
I try to hide what the mirror sees,
and friends can't always see through me.
I made it pretty far,
acting as if I know who you are.
I thought the pain would never end,
so I began my last descent.
Believe it or not, this much is true,
it hurt less than to be with you.
Now I sit and look down at the stars,
and I still wonder who you are.