I am here, and I don't see how you couldn't see me. Why is it that I can hear you when you are wishpering but you can't hear me screaming. My life can hurt like hell, be full of dissapointments, and be a failure, but I do promise that there are parts that are worth keeping. you may never see me for who I truly am and you may never see my true ablitiy, but that would only because you never took the time to actually look. The sad thing is that i could name a million things about you just from what i have seen and have expierneced, I bet you couldn't name one thing about me that would be true. Like i know your eyes are blue, and sometimes it's hard to stay from ebing as dark as the black rose. I may be heartless but it is because of you that I am, never able to love and when i was broken into a million pieces, did he make you cry, did he tell you how much he loved you, did he stay around until your ride came? He was always there for me but then again he was always there for her to. I was invisble to him, he didn't know me he knew her, he payed attention to her. Now it's your turn to see what it feels like to be so used
Sarah matthews
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-hearted-13/
