You're someone, I'm a nobody
You have everything, I have nothing
You're loved by everyone, I'm the hated one
You're the big sparkly star, I'm the little filthy dust
How can someone like me reach someone like you?
How can a mere stone be worthy of a precious gem?

I write, because the things I wish to say come out a lot better when I put pen to paper then when I try to make those same words come out of my mouth.

-m.n.

I’m writing this to you
Telling you were through
I can’t take you any more
Don’t know what I liked you for
All you did was wear me out
Now I know what your all about

You came to me with promise and joy
Now look at all the things you destroy
Families, lives, bank accounts you see
You ruined it all with one little tease
Look at the way you make me feel
Then you take it all and want me to steal

Why can’t you just go and hide
Somewhere far away where I’ll never find
Everyone at home don’t understand
How you rip me apart , then lend me a hand
I keep coming back thinking inside
Maybe this time I’ll make you my bride

Then I sit and wonder why
Why do you really want me to die
Thousands and thousands come to you
Hoping and praying you’ll help them through
Then they fall for your lending hand
Only to realize your nothing but a scam

You promised me heaven and sent me to hell
You ruined my life and then wished me well
Watch me now as I go on my way
I’m washing myself of all of your pain
So you and your power can just leave me be
I’m taking my life and setting it free

How can I take care of others, when     I can't even look out for myself?

How can I accept other's flaws, when I am so caught up on my own?

How can I be there for others, when I'm already crumbling on my own?

How can I make them laugh, when I can't even give myself a little smile?

How can I love thy neighbors, when I can't even love my disintegrating self?