I do not feel what others see

this poem is about heartache from one not knowing or understanding their own feelings about the heartache they are in the moment experiencing.

You say I don't understand

The feelings you hold.

The words you spit because you can't speak them.

I listen to the words that leave your mouth

You say I don't understand 

How could I after all

The world so full of hatred...

Do words exist to take place 

instead of actions?

You miss me you say..a lot.

But i don't feel the words. 

And your actions don't speak for themselves

Is it the misery in your eyes i should believe

How they are so blue yet somber

Due to me I wonder

I don't understand

How do you miss me 

When i am so close to the edge of sinking into your bones

While I myself am disappearing 

Today I am a ghost.  

You say I don't understand. 

I am trying to find the reason.