I'm still here, waiting and hoping.
Waiting for you to see me once again.
Hoping you'll show me the love I showed you that time ago.
I'm still lost, expecting and anticipating.
Expecting to be found by your eyes.
Anticipating the warmth of another's arms around me.
I'm still demortalized, slipping away and broken.
My humanity is slipping away peice by peice.
My mental state broken.
Yet I'm still here.
In pain.
Broken.
Defective.
Ineffective.
Hopless.
Worthless.
I don't know why or how you make me love you.
And feel this way about myself at the same time.
Somehow I can't feel love towards anything else but you now.
Not even myself.
Why did you do this to me?
I was kind to all.
Forgiving of all sins.
Loving of all creatures.
Curious for all.
Wanting for all to smile.
Until I fell for you.
I'm just a unuseable puzzle piece to you.
Yet I'm still here.
