I am worrisome and silent

I wonder why I sit here

I hear myself screaming

I see myself dying

I want to take away the pain

I am worrisome and silent

I pretend I am a good girl

I feel that I really am, but won’t admit it

I touch your face

I worry that I’ll never see you again

I cry because I fear I’m right

I am worrisome and silent

I understand love and the pain it holds

I say, “I love you,” because it will always be true

I dream of being far away to stop the pain

I try to make things ok, but it never works

I hope that someday things will be

I am worrisome and silent