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.