Life.

See.

Why. Why can't you see. Why can't you see that I love you. I always try to talk to you. I always try to have you smile. When ever you talk about him it makes me jealous. To a point where I can't stand. To a point where I just want to go up to you and kiss you. Hug and tell you it will be better, that you won't be sad forever. It pisses me off sometimes. Knowing that I can't do that. Knowing that I can't take your pain away. Knowing that I can't hold you and tell you it's going to be okay. I don't even know if you like girls for fucks sake. All I do know, is that I want to hold and kiss you and make this all better. But I can't. I never will be.