The tiny teardrop more than the ocean,
The memories of his touch heavier than the weight of the universe
A floating essence of him lived with her, within her.
The laughter they shared could drown all the evil in her life
Their happiness in each other supreme.
I scream and shout. But they can't hear.
They could hear my pain and and anguish, but they couldn't listen. They didn't want to.
I can see my soul being shred into pieces. I see the mirror and I can't see myself anymore.
Everytime I look, the image is further from my reality.
Do you see me?
Do you know I have a voice?
Do you know I feel?
Do you know you hurt me?
Do you know I am real?
Do you know I exist?
Are all of you going to walk through me again?
Trampling the little semblance of sanity and balance
Killing my existence by ignoring it.
Laugh at me.
I won't complain.
But that's all that you do.
Cos I am not real to you, am I?
How can I be?
I am not real to my...