Worthless

Love is a horrible thing.

It takes you hostage; You become your own victim.

Torturing yourself, Being unable to stop yourself.

The pain it develops.

Awful.

It turns you inside out So you become vulnerable.

Anyone can mess with your emotions, The ones you wish didn't exist.

You want them to end.

Freedom.

You want it back But it's gone

. Only when you feel a glass splinter Slicing into your heart.

That's when you realize It got inside and ripped you apart Shattered.

It wasn't your imagination It was real.

They weren't imaginary, They were real.

It took control.

You begin to hate it.

You scream for them.

But no one can hear you.

You've built a wall To protect yourself.

No one can hurt you again Loneliness

Love is a horrible thing It turns you inside out.

It gets inside of you.

There's nothing worse, But there's nothing better.

Creator and destroyer Love