If I was more,
Will you love me?
Will you even care?
Someone as iridescent as you
As all the purity lies in you
Has taken over with a glow
Your smile is more true
Because of her
The mysterious 'her'.
Who is she that captivated your heart?

If I was beautiful,
Will you love me?
Will you even stare?
Someone as infinite as you
All the love that lies in you
Has taken over me
Your heart beats solemnly
Because of her
The lovely 'her'.
Who is she who made your heart beat?

If I was her
Will you love me?
Will you notice me?
Will you hold my hand
As you held hers on a cold rainy night?
Will you kiss me
That passionate as you desired that beautiful evening?
When will you say,
"I do... love you"?
... Will you ever love me to ashes?
                                                          ­       *But I will.

I have this feeling again
in myself that
"If I do finish myself,
A lot of people can be happier,
they can get through their day
better and wont have to deal with
my sadness."

Just this feeling tells me that
everyone i know of..
..is frustrated with me
and they want to lash out
but they know what could happen
so they are keeping their emotions stuck
inside as well

I also know about the amount
of bull crap and swearing
that I get for not listening to someone

and also the amount of respect
that I had

Wait.. Did I have any in the first place?

If i did...
..it doesn't vanish in a day now
does it?

People want me segregated
to be with the person of their choice
or for the person to be with them
and, I am told to move myself
because of inadequate space.

Since when did I become so bad.
That. I have no value.
WHEN!!!??!?!?

*Note: This poem was written a while back, I am currently out of depression.