When you see me crying

Look inside me,
Tell me what you truly see,
Are seeing,
No lies,
No cries,
Just pieces,
And blood.

When you see me crying,
Remember it’s not of water,
But of the blood from my broken shattered heart,
Though it’s disguised clear and looks like tears.

I grew up being told,
True love never dies,
But in the end everyone cries,
And they all die,
In time,
Sure they seem old,
But it’s from broken hearts.

When you see me crying,
Remember it’s not of water,
But of the blood from my broken shattered heart,
Though it’s disguised clear and looks like tears.

Love is a game,
That need two players,
All I need to do is,
Learn how to play,
And find that second player,
Maybe bend a few rules,
A smile will show.

When you see me crying,
Remember it’s not of water,
But of the blood from my broken shattered heart,
Though it’s disguised clear and looks like tears.

I hope I will once again be healed,
And never broken again,
One thing I’ve noticed in all of this,
Is that when I’m sad,
Everyone else is,
Even people I don’t know.

When you see me crying,
Remember it’s not of water,
But of the blood from my broken shattered heart,
Though it’s disguised clear and looks like tears.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010