Am I
Am I that hard to love, to be enough
By being in love with you is a must
Your love isn’t pure, and it is so rough
Am I that hard to trust, yet left to rust
Am I that hard to accept and to be with;
An echoing grief in my heart and mind
A faded, fractured heart to be ruined
Am I that hard to be known, to be found
Am I that easy to fool, to be played—
Am I just like this because of my love
Even the fragment of your love got frayed
Am I too hollow, only to throb of
Am I that stupid to be torn alone
Am I that useless, to know, to be shown