why is it that we rip flowers from the ground.
flowers
so innocent.
unharmful.
yet, we rip them from their homes.
and, we give them
to people who don't deserve,
their beauty.
we take the things we love,
and we give them away,
to the unlovable.
why?

-l.j.t.

It is like

God must hate me

And after all

I have done

There's no way He could not.

Again
Again
And again,
I believed it could be true
I let my imagination take over my mind
Leading me astray from the realities of this life.
Cold and alone
I sit with my eyes filled with tears
Tears I caused from my silly ignorance.
Again
And again
I believed he might love me
Like a father should
But like always
I'm left there sitting alone, hands shaking
and eyes raw.
Unlovable and out of reach
He holds the keys to my happiness
He holds me captive without even realizing
But again
And again
I let him rule over me
Unable to get up
I chose to dream.

I* have understood
Over the last decade
That I'm unlovable
And an eternal failure

Only my parents care for me
First Gods they are for me

Truly selfless they have been
Really supportive in my life
Unwavering their commitment
They are the only permanence
H**urting them will be my sin