You hold me tight against your chest.
I try to wiggle out my best.
Kiss me on my shoulder and neck,
but I try to drop and hit the deck.
You say you love me and I do the same,
but inside I wish I wouldn't have came
to see your smile and curly hair
because when I see you, I tear.
It's not that I don't love you.
It's that you love me too.
I don't hate you or want to hide,
but somewhere else my heart will bide.
Your kind eyes against mine,
makes me cry I'm fine.
But I'm not fine and that's obvious,
even you see my sloppiness.
You're too perfect for me.
You don't believe me even when I plea.
Our relationship, I possibly blew,
because I know deep down I don't deserve you.
I've been struggling with depression and my boyfriend right now is being super sweet to me even though I've been nothing but a **** to him. I told him how I feel like I'm a bother and how I don't understand why people want to be around me. He keeps telling me its because I'm full of life, but the problem is that I fake it. He doesn't believe me when I tell him he's too good for the wreck that I am.