Tell Me

What do you do when it hurts inside? 
What do you do when you cant talk to the people close to you 
Cause you just cant put the pain to words 
And you’re scared they’d scorn the pain real and alive to you? 
What do you do when you cant tell people how much you really need them 
For fear that it would overwhelm them and walk away 
Like people tend to do and leave you a crumpled mess 
Cause you stood with their support? 
What do you when you have no choice but to 
Fight the attraction simply cause you’re scared? 
What do you do when people don’t understand why 
A needle stabs like a sword? 
What do you do when you plead with your eyes 
But they only see your face? 
What do you when pride wont bend your knees 
Cause you’ve refused to acknowledge His presence when the going was good? 
You think you can handle it, you think you can figure it out 
But you cant 
And you’re lost 
A bleeding soul trapped inside a body ruled by pride 
Pride, man’s crown and also his noose. 
Tell me, what do you do? 
What do I do? 
Like a porcelain doll with a dazzling smile painted on its face 
A flawless face to hide the hollow darkness within 
Cold ceramic, numb to the pain, its own and others 
Infuriating them with that never changing smile 
Cold ceramic defenceless, vulnerable to every blow, however slight 
Shattering. 
But can ceramic bleed? 


Christina De Silva 
02 July 2009