Love is hate The hate of being alone The hate of being apart The hate of seeing them hurt The hate of seeing them go The hate of hearing their crys The hate of hearing their pain The hate of leaving someone The hate of leaving forever
I want to help you But you don't want my help You just want to live In all of your pain I can understand that But you would never know Because you'll never talk
I can't help but feel My opinion doesn't matter Though they say it does I never get my way Even if they ask me I guess I just don't matter Or at least what I say
A poet is an artist Doesn't matter their name Their story is the same They went through so much pain It almost left them lame So they must explain All of their pain