

Pathetic?I lie here awake in bed Wondering why I feel this way I know I brought this on myself But why can't I accept it?Pathetic?
Not a day goes by where I don't think about it Things will just never be the same
I know I'm wrong for doing what I'm doing Why must I always ruin such a good thing?
Could it be that it really isn't my fault? I've just grown accustomed to this feeling
This feeling that I am always to blame
It must be something I did Even if I don't know what it is
I feel alone I feel empty
No one is there for me
No one is really


LoveWhat is love but a mere emotion? An emotion that can build, destroy Create, demolish Love lost and love gained Better to have loved than not at allLove
Doubt enters my mind Why must love be so painful, And at the same time so beautiful? Questions surround my heart Unanswered Like the frigid winter breeze Freezing time at a moments notice
I lie here empty A heart void of any joy or pain Blank Past, present, future All lost at the hands of love
boredom
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it's not hard to grow...when you know that you just don't know
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