I\'m Sick With Love for my Best Friend

I'm sick of always writing poems,
And how i know just what to say,
To make the words combine together,
And come out in the best way,

I'm sick of always wanting,
To tell you what i want,
To tell you how i feel,
I do this everyday,

When i try,
It doesn't go too well,
Nothing ever works,
And my words, my voice all just sounds so gay,

So hear it goes,
For the very last time,
I'm forgetting about these feelings,
And I'm forgetting about you,

But i know i can't lie too well,
And i know you don't believe me,
But this is what I'm doing,
This is what i HAVE to do,

So I'm ripping up my poems,
I'm tearing up my heart,
I'm taping the pages together,
I'm stitching my heart again,

I don't why i bother,
When all i get is hurt.