I’ve been here before, loving someone else more
Than I love myself.
How many times will I lose, if I choose
Another person of poor character?
Fairytales fed me lies, while my unacknowledged cries
Will go on, unnoticed.
Meeting someone heartless and cold, you are no longer bold
You’re just a shell.
Loneliness is my closest friend, I wish God could send
Me an Angel.
Is there anything to ease the suffering and pain, what does he think he has to gain
From committing endless acts of cruelty and selfishness?
Why go on and pretend we have something real, when he can fake what he feels
I am no longer the person I once was, but rather just a shadow because
I am a person with unrequited love.