Do they know who I am really
Do they know just where I fail?
Do they know I can't tell them everything
Do they know the surface doesn't begin to tell?

Do they know why I sit in silence
Do they know why I will talk so much?
Do they know where I am in my mind
Do they know in what corners I hide?

Do they know that I don't understand
Do they know I am unable to care?
Do they know I cannot make sense of this
Do they know the tourment I live in daily?

Do they know that inside I am hurting
Do they know I don't know how to kill the pain?
Do they know that inside I am dying
Do they know that I cry through the night?

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catho...
Oct. 18, 2009 at 5:30 PM

This is beautiful, and sad.

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Apark
Oct. 18, 2009 at 6:00 PM

Well said.

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