Kelsea Osterman - Haunting

Pretending to not hurt only lasts for so long.
I hide my true feelings from the world to keep from you.
I try to hide what it truly is, a lie within a lie.
All that was said between us was just a lie.
Something to be said and nothing more,
Why would it be more, no never would it be more.
More is too much to ask, to little you cannot give.
You say words you never meant and,
You expect me to just let the feelings wash over me.
And have me forget all that we were, what we could have been.
If that is really what you want then tell me to my face.
Tell me that you want me to forget all you were to me.
Fine you are no more and no less to me than a grain of sand.
Are you happy, happy you are to see me in sorrow.
Sorrow you may want to know why well ask yourself,
You put me there; there you see as I lay here and cry.
I cry out of hate, and madness, and lost love.
I want to say I am over it but can not for it is not true.
You haunt my dreams, every waking hour that I have.

Kelsea Osterman

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