Him?
It kills to know he's hurting himself,
For what?, The pain feels like nothing to him,
Emotionally he is torn,
Its starting to show physically
Cuts and scars are all you'll ever see,
Because the real him is to busy hiding,
He is so different,
Although he's sorta like me,
But he fails to show the love that i need,
For he gets caught up in his own problems,
Forgetting about me,
His love is then worthless, priceless it means nothing to me,
So i leave him full of disappointment's,
Copyright © Broken Lyndsey Gaurkee | Year Posted 2008
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