I sit here staring at the screen,
trying to find out what it really means.
do I make you happy at all,
cause it's really hard to tell.
I'm reading all your poems,
and yes some of them are sweet,
but there are a lot of sad ones,
that really hurt me deep.
It makes me feel like I can't help,
like there's nothing I can do,
but it should never have to be that way,
cause you know I'm here for you.
the last poem that I read of yours,
it scares me me ever so,
I don't think I can't stop it,
the fear it starts to show.
I'm getting sick,
I'm throwing up,
there's not much I can do,
I'm going crazy,
in my mind,
cause I'm hurting over you.
I want to die,
every time I read the things you write,
I want to cry,
every time I know that you're not alright.
Baby you know I love you,
and you mean so much,
and I am willing to be there to help you,
but you've gotta give me soom help too.
Baby you know I love you so much and I don't want to see you like this....when you hurt I hurt too
