Love is hard to find, but it's a word you will barely recognize,
but this pain that's inside of me is
killing me from the displease of the
harsh presence of this man that showed me no meaning of love for
no good reason i was hurt and lied to. for that reason i never let a man tell me or try to even show me what love really is. i would never want to be hurt again. its just too painful from the inside, so we let it all out, but me i just keep it in and i think it's dangerouse but worth living with no one here to hurt me again. but what we all think love is, is some thing not really there.
