Oh,must a heart like that truly exist? One that fails to grasp the depth of my despair? Must they carelessly let those cruel words escape their mouth? While i crumble,beyond repair? Must they really shame me Shame me for something that's almost out of my reach? Or must they really wound me Wound me to soothe their own heart to make peace? Must they truly let my tears fall, free? Over and over,carving me into something Something almost too unrecognisable Something almost too unbearable   their heart, which visibly fails to understand  Understand the depth of the human nature Is something that used to break me down With it's own grasp of despair They may fail to understand the words my soul holds, The hurtful ones that never seem to stop Stop wounding me until I'm left with nothing  Nothing but the silent sobs that I can't control