Dried tears

I’m unable to cry.
My tears already dry
before they left the eye.
I’m only 16 years old,
but emotionally already so cold?
Maybe I’ve experienced too much,
so that nothing can touch
my heart which is broken.
It was only a token,
which was lost at the first game.
It was always the same
and no one to blame.
They say it always was my fault,
because I didn’t caught
what they said.?
I don’t manage it to get that out of my head.
Did they really said
something about me
or the fee
I now have to pay
day for day?
I can only remember
how they douse the last ember
of hope
with which I tried to cope
the game of life
which dances with me jive. (in der Art von mit mir Schlittenfährt gedacht. Stimmt zwar wahrscheinlich nicht aber es hat gerade gepasst.. Künstlerische Freiheit ^^)
Why can’t I compete?
I feel the heat
of rage
which wants to break its cage.
Maybe the only feeling left,
the other fell victims to a theft.
A theft that left me nothing and all alone.
Or exists there a sin for which I have to atone?
A sin which I don’t know I have done
Or maybe all was just fun?
And they didn’t thought a thing,
were just playing,
without knowing the rules
like fools.
But it isn’t their heart which is now lost
And which is replaced by frost.
A frost which burns inside
With such a light
That I can’t see the truth anymore
It is sore
That every time I try
I cannot even cry.