But, every time someone leaves me,
I learn to love myself a little more.

I wish you could see me now
in person instead of from the stars.
But you would be disappointed
by my hate stricken heart.

He said he would fight
but he never did.

Said he wouldn't let me go
then he ran and hid.

Next time,
do not let your walls come down.

Even the Trojan horse looked like a trophy in Troy!

He didn't want me,
so he used my poor broken heart as an excuse.

I just want to feel wanted,
I want to be happy.
I want to love someone
and to actually feel loved back.
I want to feel appreciated.
And I want someone to look at me,
seeing not my past,
but seeing my heart
and the love I have to give.

I just want someone to tell me
that one day
it will all be ok!

He turned my past into a weapon.
And then...
He stabbed me in the heart.