the glimmer suprasses you though i can see it.
The pounding of their hearts are silent to you but I can heart it.
The love that is lost, i can feel it but your are numb to it.

You see the surface out of your natural eye

But I allow mines to become transparent

I cringe at the very sight of pain
but only becuase I can feel it days before

but could I have stopped it
when I was feeling what i was feeling

Being too late and having to witness it

The cries of hoplessness
The agony that i am forced to endure

So this is why you choose to turn away?

Is the pain of watching that much worse than the pain of enduring?

I mean of course when you can't do anything to change it

How must they feel...those who don't wish and pray for the change

How must they be living?

when this is killing me softly