he would always tell me that he loved me,
and i believed him.
but the fact that he never showed me he loved me,
should have been a dead give away.

his words were just that: words.
lies that kept me off his back
out of sight, out of mind
until the next time he needed me.

i don't know whats worse:
being lied to,
or knowing that in his eyes
i wasn't worthy of the truth.

my own worth,
i saw his words.
without him,
i was nothing

I Am Nothing.

You're my illness,
and my cure,
at the same time.

All I've come to expect now:
Words and Broken Promises.

All I hope is that I'll never make anybody feel as worthless as you make me feel. I hope I never forget that everybody is worthy of the truth.