Heartbeat


Saturday, March 28, 2009

Building Up

What's the matter?
Nothing.
Come on, tell me.
Nothing, damn it.
There's something on your mind.
After all these years,
I can read you from your eyes.
It's telling me the fears.
I'm fine, I'll get through.
Who cares what I think anyway?
It's not anything new,
Plus, there's always hell to pay.
All I want is a little peace,
Some quiet to ease my pain.
This migraine will never cease.
I'm suffering quietly, always the same.
You sure?
Yes.
No.