I love you,
Do you love me?
I wonder,
Do I matter?
I continue to ponder this world,
Looking for someone that'll save me,
From this pain.
I cry just to think that you love the beauty,
That is not mental,
You love the beauty,
That is phyisical.
I can never become a "Whore",
Or a skank,
On which you prefer,
I wished you loved me,
For who I am.
I am broken,
Like a glass,
That fell to the lowest possible abyss,
Of darkness,
I am broken,
Into pieces,
and I can't.
Be fixed.
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Your Exactly like the rain, you slip through my fingers before I have a chance to hold you.
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