Hell. What is, hell?
Hell is hoping that you would ask me to stay knowing **** well you never will.
Hell is looking at you smile because of someone else knowing that it would never be from me.
It's when you've fallen inlove with someone that will never love you back.
Losing yourself to someone without them realizing it.
What is hell you ask?
Hell is the bitter taste in my mouth when I want to tell you everything that I feel for you only to say absolutely nothing because I already know  what your reaction will be.
Hell is me.
Hell is what my mind has become when all it can think about is you.
When you, I, and everyone we know says we would make a perfect couple and you just shrug it off and laugh.
I don't believe in heaven, but I **** sure know of hell.
This place isn't filled with fire.
It's filled with false hope and misplaced desire.
It doesn't have a devil on a throne,
It has a man with a still beating heart that cries out to no one but his own.
Hell is the realest place that we could possibly be,
Hell is the heartbreak that resides in you and me.
What is... hell?
Hell is when I write you a novel of how my day was when you ask, only to receive a single, destructive, one word response.
Hell is an emoji to my good morning.
Hell isn't a place beyond what we perceive, hell is what I am living in...