I have no one of my own
she has seen my tears, yet she thinks I am weak.
I expose my heart only to her, only to find that it is ripped from my chest.
So I build walls around me, but now I am alone.
a good one passes me by, I am unresponsive, My soul seems dead to the world around me.
Love was again at my finger tips yet it slips threw my hand as if it was water.
Am I a game to play, or am I just a score on a card.
will I show my heart again, will she see my tears, NO, I cry in silence, and smile.
because I have no one of my own.
Contributed by jolietjake
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