As I sit bleeding.
Through this pen.
Describing my feelings.
These thoughts in my head.
Hoping you will accept me.
For who I am.
But, still you judge me.
You don't understand.
I just don't get.
What I have to do.
To show you I'm human.
Just like you.
I'm not perfect.
I don't pretend to be.
I just want you to love me.
Set me free.
From my prison.
Of incertianty.
But, I know that won't happen.
So I leave.
Your love was so empty.
Your love was a lie.
Sometimes I wonder.
Why I even tried.
Even though I lay bleeding.
I'm still alive.

nice..but yet so sad

Nice write.

Some will feign love
And curse their own soul,
Playing a game
So willingly cold.
They do not live
And they carry no heart,
Fear not my friend
For karma is smart.