Why do you cry

Why do You Cry

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

I look at her and tell her a lie.
How can I explain of love, that should have died long ago,
but instead alive within me lies.

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

So I tell her a lie of being tired, I cry for no other reason.
But how can I make her understand of things in the past?
That still hurts as if it were today.

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

So I tell her a lie just to satisfy.
But how can I explain when I have told others of my pain.
All that was said is, "get over it, you need to move on,
for it is long since gone".

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

So I tell her a lie.
For I could not make others understand,
How I tried so hard to do what I thought was the right thing.
For another that care not for me.

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

So I tell her a lie.
For she can not understand,
About a pain that hurt so deep that it left scars upon my heart.
It shredded my soul and left deep bleeding wounds on my spirit.

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

So I tell her a lie,
For I remember another time she asked me to tell her.
Something about myself that no one else knew.
She used what I told her as a weapon just to hurt me.
So now I will not let her know anything.

She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.

So I tell her a lie.
Than when I need someone that will not betray me.
I find some animal that I am close to
and whisper what bothers me.
For they understand more than the family or friends.


She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.


So I tell her a lie.
For the truth I whisper in the dark.
To one who died so long ago.
For only he understood.


She asks why do you c
                                r
                                y.


She knows I tell her a lie.
But, I keep the truth safe within me.
For no one will ever know the truth until I die.
Than it will not matter for no one can hurt me again.
The end