Useless.

The hand of losing,
Reaches out,
Through the mist of control,
And reaches for me.

I fight the yearning
Taking over my soul,
The lose thats making me,
Lose control.

Love is such a bitter enemy,
Its symptoms include,
That dull ache in your heart,
And that feeling of not being part.

I'm losing myself,
To a greater whole,
And I'm confusing my soul,
With make up.

I'm everything you want,
Yet something you'll never have.
I'm the only one you'll ever love,
Yet you'll never make me whole.

I'm broken apart,
I'm not very smart,
This life is hurting me,
Crushing my soul.

People are one,
A whole,
I am me,
Shattered pieces of a broken mind.

One word to hurt me,
One word to break me,
One word to destroy me,
One word to kill me.

Useless....