My life in hell

My eyes burn from all these tears,
you'd thin id learn through all these years,
that no one here can take your place,
no time, no power, not even space.
Love is not real,
or at least not yours,
its fake,
its disgusting,
it closes all doors.
it makes you believe what you want to believe,
then spits on you as it turns to leave.
It hurts, it devours,
it stings in these times,
that i sit here and cower,
i have no more power,
im loosing grip,
i now you would love to see me slip.
But i have the strength to pull myself up,
with the help of others,
i wont have to jump.
Sometimes i feel that i don't want to live,
but then i thin of all i can give.
I do thin of you,
when i cut myself deep,
and i do thin of you,
in the nights i cant sleep.
But the one thing i thin of,
thats always the same,
is that you don't love me,
its only a game.
A game that i refuse to play,
and even though i love you,
you eep me at bay.
And so i as you,
just one last time,
will you love me,
until the end of time?
cause if not then I'm wasting MY time,
in loving you,
cause if you wont truly love me,
then i cant love you.