Killing Me Slowly

Alone in my pain it’s no wonder,
Stripping my life out from under,
Killing me slowly with his thoughts;
He kept right on telling me all of his lies,
This young boy who was a stranger to my eyes.

Kept far away to stop my eyes from crying, 
Nothing I can do but listen to his lying,
I prayed that he would listen to my pleas;
A voice all alone in a world of dark despair, 
That no one knew of or could ever care.

He wrote his words in all their glory,
Never would he mention me in his story,
He kept on pretending as if he never knew me;
Looking right through me as if I wasn’t there,
Though I knew deep down inside he had to care.

Alone in my pain it’s no wonder,
It took so long to get out from under,
Killing me slowly with his thoughts;
Now telling my life with his words and sighs,
This young boy disappearing before my eyes.

I came to see him once but he wasn’t there,
Wanting to hear his words if he would dare,
He had disappeared with barely a trace;
Mourned perhaps by some but not by me,
Looking in the mirror now, she’s all I see.

Now I write my words in all their glory,
Never would I mention him in my story,
I kept on pretending as if I never knew him;
Looking right through him until he wasn’t there,
Though I knew deep down inside he wouldn’t care.