Love...
Current mood:  depressed

Just the notion of losing you kills me inside.
Over and over again I die a thousand deaths.

Do you ever stop and think of me?
Do you think of us, and what should be?

Words, empty, meaningless words.
That's all i can see.

Whilst I die, do you?
Whilst I cry, do you?

My life, crumbling and tumbling down all around me.
What am I meant to believe?

Why, if you care?
Why, if I care?

I struggle, I try
I succeed, and I fail.

Why are you so willing to give up?
Won't you fight for me, for us, for what should be?

Dreams, hopes, they are my motivation.
And yet, every time, they disintegrate.

Am I so damaged inside as not to deserve happiness?
Am i so worthless that no one is willing to fight for me?

Those thousand deaths, I wish they could be real, physical deaths.
Maybe that would be my reprieve from this tormented existence.

I won't give up.
I won't stop fighting.

To what purpose?
Does it even matter to you at all?

It does to me.
I plead, i grovel, i beg and i hope, for it is all i can do.

Wishful thinking leads to nowhere, action does.
And so i struggle on, to be the way you want me to be.

Not because you want me, though.
But because i care so much.

Ros

@5.38pm

12/01/2009