unloved

So here is the deal.

When i first met him i didnt know why i liked him or why i even thought he was cute all my friends didnt like him but i saw somthing in him that i knew no one could see and when we first started out we barly new each other and it was great and when we got to know each other a little better it became better but somthing happend and we broke up for a while and by this point i couldnt stop thinking a

I sit here and I wonder what's going through your mind,
I know it's something angry, you hate me deep inside.
I sit here and I take it and I soak it all in,
I can't imagine loosing you, it's killing me within.
I've fallen in love with you, even after all we've been through,
I dread the day you tell me "I think we may be through".

I wrote this when I was not me...How does that happen?

I am me when I talk to you

when you talk to me-

when I love and am loved.

So when did I start losing my way?

and, in the process, start becoming someone else,

some other red blue soul.

First I want to tell you, my readers, that each of you has value. Each of you is loved. And if you ever EVER doubts either of those statements, please do not hesitate to come to me. Because even if I don't know you personally, I cherish your life.

^{my heart still belongs to one
it beats and cries under the sun
no hugs or kisses or words of love
my soulmate gone flies with a dove
i miss him so and with all my life}

I dream of the day in which I will be freed, the chains that bind me still broken. I wait for the day in which I will be saved, the emptiness inside me fully fulfilled. the day that light will shine upon the dark recesses of my heart. A time when the void inside me begins to fade, giving way to light. I stand alone with no one by my side. Kind words of loyalty always seem to fade for priorities lie elsewhere and I am left alone. I stand amidst a sea of loyal friends yet I know I am alone. I am of little importance standing next to them. I am but a servant to those in need, I, myself, do not deserve to be cared for. I am only here to serve and be used, going unappreciated. Taken for granted like the air we breathe or the sun that warms us never have I known, felt significant.