I search for love A definite sort of love The feeling someone wants me The feeling that I'm worth something But I can't find it anywhere So I'm getting cheap thrills From men who don't care As long as my short is skirt And I'm young whatever But I'll take it, Use it, pretend That their lips caress mine Because they love me Rather than just Because I am there.
First poem I've posted in ages, sums up my feelings about life right now