His Love

Where does he get the right to make me cry.

His uncaringness cuts me like a knife.

But every time he tells me he loves me, kills apart of my soul.

I know its not true, but I stay anyways.

I bite my tounge, hold back tears.

Letting them fall when I can't sleep.

Perfect turns to broken hearts.

My fears risen in the depth of my soul.

Suicide to run and hide,

staying killing me faster.