With my heart facing me, I cry.
With my thoughts wondering, I sigh.
I can't remove the pain from inside.
With all my insecurities,my natural instinct is to hide.
I can't scream at this hurt and this confusion,
Is all the pretty words you say an Illusion?
The awful truth is that you never loved me,
And with blinding love I couldn't see.
So I am left to face this loneliness,
And the constant aching depression.
Was I ever good enough?
Or was this relationship to messed up.