I love him, he has no idea how much,
He loves her,
He says he's getting over it,
Then....
I read his poems,
All about her,
Its not jelousy, She's my best friend,
It's hurt,
He lead me to believe,
That he liked me,
I don't know what to do,
but crawl under a rock and cry,
I hate love, I hate heartbreak,
All it does is get you hurt in the end,
I feel like I wanna die,
And I hate that feeling,
It makes me wanna cut again,
But I haven't in two months,
I don't want to go back to Lakeside Behavoral,
Like I did in October 2004,
I wish that getting over heartbreak was as easy as washing off dirt in the shower,
But it's not gonna happen,
I do have one wish that I would like to come true most of all,
That he would love me too.