Insane
Do I even matter to you?
Sometimes I don't think
that what you say is true.
You say you love me
but is it for real?
I know it's hard to see,
but is it that hard to feel?
I know I love you,
but that love is
growing weak.
You can't prove to be true,
and that's what brings
me to my knees.
I keep writing and writing
just wondering when
my heart is gonna pop.
I keep fighting and fighting
but the words
don't seem to ever stop.
Poerty is a disease,
but it somehow
cures the pain.
It lets out all of the feelings
that I'm trying to sustain.
I write about you alot
because you always seem
to be on my mind.
Depression has stolen
most of my thoughts,
but I think I'll be fine.
You are the cause
of all my sadness
and because of you
my heart is in pain.
I don't know what to do anymore
with all of this madness
but I know it's driving me insane.
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