Questioning You
Who are you? This an unsent letter
In a moment, I could give you my heart, no doubt about it.
But I fear you might throw it away, into an empty trashcan.
Silence is the only thing I’ve ever gotten from you, and maybe it is better than hurtful words.
Is hurt the only thing your soul is capable to show? Why?
The pieces are already broken, and may you just can’t see them.
The bridges are already burned, but you insist on closing your eyes.
I will throw away the mask if you show me the truth behind your mask.
You can’t hide your demons from me, for I have seen them.
You cannot fool me as you do with everybody else. Is that what hurts you?
I see the emptiness in your soul, in the place where others see a treasure.
You call me “dark” but your soul is like the depths of hell, “darling”
I don’t want to burn my life away by living a life of lies. Do you?
Do you really think is fair for some people to be treated like animals?
Is money what made you so cold-hearted from birth?
I used to respect you, but now it seems as if every single thing is changing too fast.
The stars are still shining outside, but I know we won’t see them together.
Why should I care for a person who never cared about what I felt?
