There are two sides of life as I've found one based on work and one based on love. But as people never say there is a third side of life. The hell or purgatory of choosing between the side of work v.s. the side of love. I've tried asking for help only to be forsaken by the two sides of life

The love i have for her can't be matched. Im asked if i want her i say no i want her to be happy even if its with him. The weight of love is never too heavy. The struggle of love is worth the pain

There once was a boy who trusted everyone. They laughed at him beat him hurt him. He was being turned into a monster. This boy would go on to cut out all of his friends and family. He was betrayed so he betrayed them. The betrayal the boy never wanted

The warmth of their love was once great and beautiful. The love they gave left me happy and safe. Now they left without leaving love in my heart.
Now im just cold

Her love which was once a beautiful thing has now become to much for my heart to contain she lights up every room she enters she turns heads when she walks but now my baby is gone her love was to much