Her
I see her everyday
and every time I
have something to say.
But I can't say it.
I walk by her and
pretend I don't know her,
pretend I don't care,
pretend my feelings for
her don't exist and
never have.
But every night when
I'm tucked in tight, I
cry myself to sleep.
When I'm awake she's
always on my mind.
When I'm asleep I
dream of her.
I can't stop it, I scream
for help but no one
hears me.
Have I lost it?
Am I crazy?
I shouldn't be
feeling any of this.
Sometimes I think
about it till I'm p!ssed.
I wish it never
turned out like this.
The second I see her
I get a spark of happiness,
that turns in to hating
myself for it, because I know
we arn't even friends, which
quickly turnds in to wanting
to make amends.
But I run because I'm
scared, and it doesn't
even look like I cared.
Every day I daydream of
how the scenario would go,
her family could never know.