Why Understand?

The things we've shared, they just don't understand.
I wish I could feel the palm of your hand.
Touching my face, loving so dear,
being with you, even when I'm not near.
Because I'm gone.
Soul and all.
Everything's left but me.
I'm empty inside,
don't break my heart.
I'm not giving it away.
I've done that before, and the pain just stays.
Every tear cried,
every cry heard.
Isn't for you,
I've done it for me.
They just don't undertstand, and probably never will.
If I can't keep up, will you be mine still?
There aren't enough curtains to the soul of my life.
People coming in and out, thinking it's their life.
Only I know me, and I can't expect you to understand.
But why, can't I feel the palm of your hand?
Where does your soul lie, and how did it get there?
Ever-wandering mind, ever-wandering fear.
I'm so scared, please take it away, please make these thoughts leave me
today.
I may say I'm empty, but really I'm not, please just let me figure out
these thoughts.
Just let me be me, 'cause I know who I am,
and trust me, I'm certain, but you wouldn't understand.
I'm glad I have this little space, which really isn't mine.
'Cause there's always someone here, I can't even speak my mind.
It hurts me inside, it rips me apart, but don't worry,
I've only begun to start.
I'm sorry because I didn't respond, the words in my mind were simply
gone.
I didn't know what exactly to say, I didn't know what to do.
But there's just something different about you.
I don't get it, I don't know where to start, but I do know this, I know
my own damn heart.
But it's gone, like everything else. I've got too much, and it's
gone.
The curtains are up, my door is open.
But the resistable force has finally broken.