Lost One’s Weeping JubyPhonic

Feel it cutting into me, the doubting painful knife
Feel it deepening the rift, finally hit just right
Couldn't take the love I had, so weak and burning low
But it grew into a weapon only hurting me, this I know

...is nonfiction

So good with numbers, science, math I like
But I'm terrible at English so I despise
This part of me that wants a simple "right or wrong"
And I feel that everything I choose will always be false

And today
This homework
About me
A blank sheet
Accomplished
Content with
This life I will now live
'Til I think why are we
Just sometimes no always
Saying how we're sad and
Saying how we're lonely?

Can you even read the blackboard written clear as can be?
Can you even read his mind? See that kid's lost fantasy?
Can you even find the one who dyed his red heart to black?
Hey, who could it be?
Hey, someone tell me!