Unwanted is a curse that haunts me day and night.
Unwanted is a form of torture that I go through everyday just so I can one day be happy.
I wish to be in love.
One day I want to be loving,
to tell him I want to curl up in his heart and die.
To feel the sweet warmth that could last an eternity without ever leaving his side; my dream.
My dream....
My heart....
My hurt....
My pain.....
I feel these things everyday I live,
dreaming of that day.
Wanting,
waiting to be loved by that secret someone who feels the same way.
Who understands?
Do you understand my pain, my frustration, my hate, love, pain, anxiety?
Do you?
Could you feel my heart wanting, needing these nutrients my soul requires?
People have tried to come close to saying they have,
but I have seen none who has shown it.
They use my smile.
They use my heart.
They use my warm arms,
and now they are cut.
They leave me somewhere where I am alone.
They are gone knowing that I am too much,
much too much for them to afford.
So they leave.
They leave me alone.
Did they drop me off outside, in the cold?
My heart is before me, laying blackened on the ground.
How could this happen to me when I have been so kind and loving?
Why did this have to happen to me.
My heart is cut, in pieces I see it lay.
It no longer beats with the beauty it saught before, it's dead.
And I'm sitting here, alone and beautiful.
Sitting here, unwanted. |
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