Friday, April 8, 2011
How it feels to not be loved
To hold a hand and share a bed with someone who would rather
spend time with their friends,
To give your all and have a seed with someone whose favorite
words to you is LEAVE,
To change your life to suit their needs and in the end you
are alone on bended knees,
To wake up daily to a reminder that you are stupid, a punk,
and whore,
To walk around in I’m with him shirts, listening to the
laugher as we walk pass all his girls
To punish yourself and blame your ways for the reasons, he
refuses to change,
To go along and play his games, just so you can enjoy the
smiles and feel embraced in his bosoms,
To say it’s ok, when it’s ripping your heart to shreds,
To smile and be there for the rain, the pain, the betrayals,
the fame to bear his last name,
To labor and stress, to say I am truly blessed, while struggling
to find myself,
To wake up every day knowing that nothing has changed, but still answer your
calls in hopes that it has,
To finally sharing all that is in your heart, and hearing…..
STOP Bitching…. And let me hold some money…. And I’m a get some pussy tonight right… is how
it feels to not be loved!
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