Love and Hate

People say that love is a little with a bigger than life meaning But what about the people who have lost love to many times to count? Can anyone even hear the lost crying? Do they even care? What about me? Does anyone even know what I’ve been through? Or do they just pretend that people like me don’t exist Why are people such a cruel species? To me love is just is a word and not much else Maybe one day someone will listen to me and care And help me find the love in me Hope is all I can do until the real prince charming comes and Rescues me from all the frogs who claim to be him But when will he? I’m so tired of all the frogs in my life maybe I should just run and Run forever.