He tells her he loves her
and hes telling the truth?
how does she know its true?
when he tells her shes stupid?
when he puts the bruises reminding her of that night?
when he screams in her face?
when he pushes her against the wall with the gun to her head
seconds from killing her?
when she cries at night and he tells her to shut up?
No
That is not love
Love is not cowardness
HE is cowardness
and THATS the truth..

she sits in the room wanting to be loved
she gets to her new house thinking she's loved
she takes the hits wishing she was loved
she's bullied at school waiting to be loved
she meets someone thinking she's loved
she screams no while being ***** still wanting to be loved
she takes the pills hoping someone will love her
she gets to the gates hoping she's loved
she looks at him and he says
stop waiting for love
stop thinking your loved stop wishing your loved
you ARE and always have been loved .

she cries hearing your name
she cries knowing your not there
she cries at night thinking about you
she cries when she sees your picture
she cries not knowing if your coming home
she cries when she smells your cologne
she cries reading your letters
she cries when she hears your getting deployed
she cries when she hears your going to be gone for a year
she is constantly crying
she is your little sister....

you put me through more than you think
the pain you caused
the candle you burnt out
the glass you made me stand on
the heart ache when I found out
the lies you told
the comfort you made me feel when you said those 3 words
the stupidity I felt because I believed you
the thoughts you made go through my mind
the anxiety you caused me to have
the thought that I trusted you
you broke me
you shattered me
you tore me
you put me through hell
now its my turn

it feels like nobody understands
understands the pain
understands the confusion
understands the worry
understands the tingle in my body
understands the rapid heartbeat
understands the shaking
understands the sweatiness
understands the coldness
understands the endless thoughts
understands the constant overthinking

nobody understands the suffering I deal with in the life
of my anxiety disorder.