You Dont See What I See

They don’t hear your voice,

They don’t hear your call,

They don’t notice you leave as you storm through the door.

They don’t see your face,

And they don’t see you cry,

They don’t see your anger in your blank and cold eyes.

They don’t hear your whispers,

and they don’t hear your rain,

you hope they will notice that you’re sick and not sain.

They don’t see your scars,

And they don’t see your pain,

They don’t notice the lines that you cut on your veins.

You don’t see what I do,

You don’t see what I see,

So don’t crawl around with at least remembering me.

You don’t hear what I hear,

You don’t hear what I say,

So please don’t go, I need you to stay.

You don’t see what I feel,

You don’t see what I think.

I know it is hard, but please don’t you sink.

You don’t hear the good,

You don’t hear them speak,

So please listen to them before more blood leaks.

They don’t see what I see,

And you know that too,

So please keep on going I know you’ll get through.

They don’t see what I see,

And they don’t do what I do,

I know how much this thing really hurts and bothers you.

They don’t see what I see,

And neither do you,

So don’t you underestimate the things that I do.

They don’t see what I see,

And you don’t have to put it to test,

Because I’ll make sure your grave won’t lie next to the rest.