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Why Is This So
what i remember, what i do not feel.
is the death of my family, and no not them all.
the death of my cousin, and the death of my greats.
you sit there and think, why is this so.
watching those cry, watching there tears.
raising a hand, and feeling your cheek.
no tears reside, reside upon your skin.
why dont you feel, why dont you cry.
why cant you feel what everyone feels.
the death of a grandma, the death of your pets.
death of the many, the many around you.
this, this is what you see.
yet you sit there and wonder, where is the pain.
why do you sit, and why dont you care.
where are your tears, where did they go.
when have they stopped,when did you stop.
stop caring for those, those all around you.
when did you turn, turn to stone.
my heart your heart, who are you now.
who have you become.
when did you change, change from yourself.
when did you go from sweet and innocent.
to dark and demented.
was it then, that time so long ago.
has it been coming all along.
has all this pain turned you so cold.
has all this torture gone to your head.
its not so bad you think to yourself.
there are those with worse than this.
why do you feel, feel like this.
why cant you love, why cant you feel.
why is your heart locked away.
locked so tight no one gets through.