Writings of Expression

My Glass

I'm told that I'm loved, but they lie to me.
The other things they say, tell me they hate me.
They tell me I failed with the words they say.
There is only one who I trust with my life.
Every time I hear I love you from this person,
I can hear just how much they mean those words.
If that person left me, I would finally break down.
I have been pushed close to breaking so many times
That it's strange that I would break due to love.
Guess it makes sense for the glass to break now.