Shall I cry or fall
When it comes to thinking about you?
Shall I cheer for your possible new founded lover
Or shall I cry and grimace in pain.
The feelings that cannot reach you at all
Is my pain.
Your pain is what is now my pain.
The bonds of what my heart wishes is great in size,
But I'm that one
Stupid,
Naughty,
Imperfect,
Disgusting,
Girl who shall never deserve to live
Unlike you.
I may not know everything about you,
But I do know that you deserved to live more than I shall.
You say you're fine
Yet I say you're not fine even if you say you can handle it.
Feelings are being crushed within souls and hearts
As my mind races to find the light.
The dark is swallowing me up into the void
And I'm desperately trying to change,
Yet the words you say may strike me to cry and fall even more.
I cannot comprehend
these frustrating feelings completely and easily.
I guess the pain and reactions with my wits...
Yet for mainly just you...
I feel the conflicted pain to love you more to give you hope that you need.
What kind of pain is this I shall question?
It's called being conflicted of the bonds and emotions of life.
Being conflicted of the word love
And so much much much much more.
I do hope that our bonds stay connect!
For I would be torn apart if harsh words are spoken to dirge me away...
Yet... I think you're afraid to speak your mind to drive me away...
Shall I be only an annoyance for a useless help of a tool?
I don't know anymore...