Why is it
that I let you
hurt me always?

The knock is heard at the door.
I slowly make my way toward the sound.
Dreading every move I make as I get closer.
The sound is getting louder, almost deafening me.
I know what awaits me at the other side of the door,
for Death knows no stranger.
It's up to me if I invite Death in.
I choose to keep the door closed this time
and make death wait a little longer.

After all this time don't you know me by now? Don't you know how I will react? Don't you know when I will cry? I am supposed to trust you. Love you. Respect you. How can I do that when all you seem to do is hurt me?You are just like everyone else in my life. You only care about you. When are you gonna start caring about others?  I feel I don't know anyone or trust anyone. Maybe that is how life is supposed to be. Well, you know what? Get out of my life and stay out!!!

This is about as useless as yesterday's garbage
You will find no recycling going on here
Just scattered torn up pieces of trash
Yes, this is my so called life.

Please don't justify the way I feel
Unless you have been through this
Don't tell me my pain is unreal.
  
Stop saying things will be okay
Do you know that for sure
Or is that just to delay.
  
What I need is for you to let me be
Can you do that for once
I ask this of you do this for me.
  
Show me you care and I will move on
Tomorrow I will awake to a new day.
Thankfully today will be gone.

She put all she had into their life together and  
thought they were soulmates...but yet he was still stuck
somewhere in his past and could not give his all.
In reality, she was just as alone as she was before he existed.

I find myself searching for something.  
I am racing around looking,
not even sure what I am in search of.
  
The summer days are so long.
Yet they slip right through my hands.
What is it I can't find?  
  
Finally, it comes to me.
A tune so familiar.
I am searching for my youth!
  
When did I become this old lady?
Who is that I see in my own reflection?  
It can't be me, I know it can't.
  
I am holding on to only memories.
Still I am in the making of new ones.
Its all so fast, life that is.  
  
When can I find my real self.
Where did I go?  
Where did time go?