15 October 2012
I sometimes wonder if you even care, you act as though I'm not even there.
Even when you do speak to me, I can tell you don't want to, it's not hard to see.
You never think the things you do and shout, are things I'd rather be without.
You never consider your words hurt me, you don't realise you always desert me.
The think is you just don't know, the things you do make me feel so low
It pains me to say this but it's as if you don't see, that all I need is you to care for me.
Opuss № I