Helping Me

It seems like you don't care anymore.
i tell you something you probably don't wanna hear.
but it's bugging the heck out of me.
all you have to say is "I'm sorry"

it's like you can't help me at all.
you can't save me from this mistake.
this disgrace that i have once in my life.
why do i want to be that one and only your wife.

maybe because i love you so much.
but it seems like you don't care.
you wouldn't have time to bare.
it just bugs me so much more then anything.

to me it's like the world was all lights.
and now it's time for the night.
before i say good night all the lights are gone.
no night light to keep me save not even you.

I'm sorry Hun but i do love you.
but to me now you don't care.
the other guy touched me in a wrong way.
i just had a hard time to act or say.

so I'll bit my nails in disbelief.
that you will always be saying your sorry.
and not actually my real prince.
that is suppose to be helping me.

*i wasn't sure where i should actually put this poem under the love section*