Unknown tears

My eyes feel more pain than my heart; it's full of tears time to time. When I hurt my eye's hurt too.

But why should I hurt. Why should I feel alone?

Being happy should be the understanding feeling I should share with my heart and eye's.

But it's like I don't get that just to feel happy.

I don't get the chance to be spared the pain, the lies, and broken promises.

People become a broken record to me over and over again.

Why ask me when I’m sad, why am I sad.

When you put it there when you had no shame when you spread my name with a bloody knife,

Bloodshed from my heart and eye's.

So ask me that question I dare to spare your feelings with a knife.

I hide in dark places and smile and bright places.

But what’s hidden in the dark is the bitter un sweet feelings I keep in my heart.

But in the light is the fake you seem to unrecognized and assume your right and I’m wrong.

Leave go ahead and leave me behind. You don't need me so why should I need you.

You hurt just like I do but yet we are unequal.

The brain of a man and women is never compared nor shared.

But I’m different you see , or are you blind can you not heart, or smell or just be aware of what a heart can bare .