What's Inside

Why does it hurt inside?
Why can’t it be seen by those with eyes?
Are eyes so blind they can not see,
what is completely obvious to me?

So instead I give up faith,
I give up hope for any future date,
I give up all I thought I knew and loved,
even stopped praying to the skies above.

Yet it still hurts inside,
it still can’t be seen by those with eyes.
Eyes seem so blind they can not see,
what is still so completely obvious to me.

My lips are zipped shut,
every wound spread open like a paper cut.
Pain spilling out like thin liquid blood
filling the ground under my feet with a minuture flood.

So it doesn’t hurts inside,
and won’t ever me seen by those with eyes,
cause eyes are only ever going to see,
the lifeless corpse of what remains of me.