I Wanna Cry, But I Can't- Twis

I say I want to erase you, but I still can't let you go...

In this world I'm just a little girl...

Playing a role of being too good and being lost in the mysteries of happiness,

So I tell you a million faces that you see every day holds so much in 'em that they just can't even describe what are they going through...

Like a small piece of dust that floats in the air,

Snowflakes are falling getting further away,

And I'll say I miss you...

How much more I have to wait? How much more I have to take? This pain, its not even mine?!

And I break myself with these thoughts always;

Why it's me always, do you have any answer?

The pain in pleasure, they don't know about it cuz I'm giving them my brightness which is hiding my darkness...

Spring is gonna come but its still winter for me,

And I don't know what to say cuz I'm being stopped in a way...

You say you trust me, but you shouldn't; I don't deserve it cuz I'm a bad person...

I'll give you unhappiness at the end... 

The tale that I always tell in quotes are all parts of my story and I tell you each and every line of my poetry is part of that reality and it never ends well?

Special you always makes me special;

You make me, then break me? Why?

I'm lying to you thousands of times no matter what and never gonna reveal the truth but those voices always keep me awake...

Whispers in the dark, when I don't know who I am and I can't say the truth from my heart and I have to pay a price for it which I can't escape...

Tragic? Darkness? mentioned before is just part of this life, isn't it?

I don't know what I'm saying but its always with me, when I know everything why, for what, how come... Still, I feel like I don't know anything at all...

I say "hi" to 100s of people in a day but answering a single why is the difficult part of my play...

Being clueless, crying inside I can't say anything out...

Its not easy to be a mysteryful person when you are hiding your thoughts, feelings so deep... Looking perfect from outside but being so much imperfect on the inside; when there is happiness outside there melancholy comes on the inside... When everyone asks why and what happened? You have to pretend like nothin' happened... And where the most difficult part takes place, when you want to cry so badly letting your pain come out but you can't even do that...

Trust me, breaking others is not easy for that first you have to be broken... If I say you to go, I want you to stay and if I say there's nothing, there is very much to say. And don't trust my smile rather trust my eyes... 

Don't like to get analyzed but love to be a analyst, isn't it?

God, I wonder how much more mess I'm gonna make...?