Do you think of me?
Do you think of me when you are sleep?
Does your mind ever wonder why my tears only fall when I see you?
When the fire burns out at night do you ever get worried?
Have you become numb to my feelings at all?
These are all the questions that I have for you?
These are the questions I must ask me.
The person that I love to hurt.
The person that only knows hate.
The person that will never understand what it means to feel or to be love.
It is a grave that I have dug.
One that will burry me.
Why does it hurt too just be me?
Will there ever come a time where my tears no longer run dry?
I guess that is just another question for me.