(More of a poem)
Seeking a will
Seeking a way,
Way to be strong
Way to fight
Finding nothing in return
Everything I do
Is for you
I try for you
You.
Why?
The chance is little,
My mind won't accept
I hate myself,
For loving you
I look into your green eyes
And I see myself staring back
I know the pain,
The hurt
I know the act, the smile
The fake smile
When the tears stream
Down my face
Stinging
My dark blue eyes,
That blade pressed up against my skin,
Every night,
The strength I have not to
The beauty,
The power I have,
I don't see
I don't see how much you mean to me
I don't see how strong I am
I don't see anything positive.
