It's interesting when you think someone cares, yet you find out it's just you're imagination.

I never knew what love was,
Until I loved you.
I then thought I knew what love was,
And found it wasn't true.

In this forest of trees.
Different from the rest.
Stands this stump.
Which has failed every test.

To know the pain everyone feels,
Would be impossible In what is real.

The pain I feel eachday,
I can always make go away.
By making lines,
With my blade.

I want to run,
Far away.
ever to come back.

To go,
And leave it all.
Never to look back.

My stupidity is overwhelming, especially to me.
The stupid things you do,
Will always come back to haunt you.

Pain, suffering
This Hate I feel
Feeling more and more unreal
I want to fall
And never resurface
The reason I'm here
I see no purpose.

In pieces I'm broken
Big and Small
None left to break
After it all
Torn to shreds
Between the few
What is left
Is up to you.

Imaginations Have ran wild,
Illusions of all shapes and styles.