I Hear Me Crying.

As you block me out I'm pushing in.
Straight to the darkest part of my soul.
I ask that you forgive me as I fall apart because you might feel my icy cold.
The best thing now is to be apart.
So I don't lose control.
The idea of not being able to see the light is a tragedy.
I tried so hard to be so many things to so many people.
I feel a hundred years old.
The worst part is that what I have to show just isn't enough.
I can't be happy with things and stuff.
All I want is for someone to say "cheer up, let's talk".