My Portrait

You wouldn't hide a smile, if you feel happy inside
Why would you tell me you love me, if you do nothing to show it
It's been 3 weeks since I left the hospital
My scar is healing, but my wounds are still raw

I needed you to want to see me, when I got home
I've longed for you to care
I delegated your role as my medicine, even though you were a million miles away
I could wait, and grimace through the pain

When are you going to be more than a blurring dream
I died at 9.45am on the 14th February 2010
If you cared you would already know by now, but you don't
You are probably smiling somewhere, but do you feel happy inside?