A love where you’re

Ignored,

Unseen,

Forgotten,

Competing,

Overlooked,

H­oping,

Wishing,

Praying,

Is nothing.

The worst kind of love is where

You’re waiting…

For that one message

For all these not to happen

All over again.

I've been torn down the middle
I've been split into two
Half of me loves you
But part of me is through

It's so hard to be with you
But so hard to stay away
So I wonder what to do
Each and every day

I know in my heart
That something has to be done
But I know in my soul
This battle can not be won

So now we've come to a point
Where I stay or I run
Could this really be over
Could we really be done?

Everyone has a someone
That's like their other half
Someone they can be with
A person to make them laugh

Everyone has a someone
Who can make them feel good
When they've had bad days
Or felt misunderstood

Everyone has a person
With which, they share their life
For some its a best friend
For others its their wife

Whenever I look around
It is all that I can see
People with their someone
As happy as can be

But here I sit alone
Feeling lost at sea
Everyone has a someone
Everyone but me.

Every time you say I can't
I believe it a little more
I used to have big hopes and dreams
But now you've shut that door

Your words are like a poison
and they've sunken in so deep
They echo in my head all night
and make it hard to sleep

"You'll never amount to anything,
You shouldn't even try"
The words you've drilled into my head
They're the words I now live by

I just want to prove you wrong
But I don't think that I can
I don't know what to do anymore
Cuz I'm back where I began

Why bother trying anything
If all you ever do is fail
Is there any point to fighting hard
If you never will prevail?

I feel like I'll never understand
The idea of one's appeal
What causes us to hate someone
And think of someone else as 'ideal'

How can we go through our lives
Making decisions every day
When we don't even understand
Why we think this way

Are we simply born this way
Programmed with our opinions
Are we traveling though our lives
Just acting as our emotion's minions

But if that if that truly is case
Then I find it very strange
How at some points in our lives
Our opinions start to change

What causes us to change
What causes this mental shift
Why is it after a certain time
Our old self starts to drift

Do our feelings ever really die?
Can our beliefs so easily sway?
And if our thoughts are what define us
Do our old selves fade away?

What happens when you can't decide
What you think is the right way
Yes, what happens then?
*Maybe we just fade away

Simple car
simple house
simple clothes
simple blouse

Simple eyes
simple hair
simple lamp
simple chair

But your mind?
Well, that isn't
simple at all.