How pathetic is it
that i am sitting
by the door
waiting for you
to knock
when i am not
even sure
if i want you
to arrive
i have wasted so much
on you
so much time, effort
youth, innocence
wasted because i loved you
so many precious things
were given
so many emotions felt
it was a total waste
because it meant
nothing to you
how am i supposed to feel about the fact
that everything i love and hold isn't real?
how am i supposed to feel about the fact
that she will always be number one in your eyes?
how am i supposed to deal with the fact
that i was never real?
how am i supposed to deal with the fact
that i am a murderer?
how am i supposed to go on
knowing that i can't possibly live with myself?
how can i continue to live like this?
3-1-00
who are you to coming
running to me
spill your guts
then go watch some tv?
what gives you the fucking right
to bitch to me about being alone?
you are one of the reasons i am so bottled up
you were never a great friend
it's not about the attention
it's about RESPECT and APPRECIATION
none of which i have ever received from you
i hate you all
you make me feel like shit
don't you EVER try to say
that you cared about me
you would see me crying
then just walk away
then when something goes wrong
i am the first one
you point your finger at
you have never respected me
you want me to sabotage
you and your life
i easily could
i know things that would
kill you
don't tell me that you love me
i have always been second
i have censored myself
for so long
to make YOU happy
when i stop
you don't want me
i love you
but i don't like you
you don't live my life
through my eyes
so how dare you
tell me how life is
how dare you
tell me how i feel
how dare you
tell me that I am wrong
until the day you
are inside my head
and live as me
fuck off
- melissa ann cook
2000
don't steal my shit
page 10
go
back home!