Could it still be love

Bruise my hurt. Hurts.
Write! I can't
Pain, pain when I'm writing.
Scares me, does scare me.
Just pain and sorrow.

Elementary
Elementary

By the way No one cares
But that was a little sound in my ear
And so now I go on with writing.

Elementary? I'm looking for you. I though I could do it myself.
It came my way, I didn't expect, to burn down my bridges
I expected the opposite and some imperfections.
cuz of love (anger)

No one cares , it doesn't care
Love doesn't care
but why would love not care if its love?

I guess I'm someone not to care about.
Isn't that why when you find love...
love would wanna be with you till death do us apart.
Be there for you no matter what or whenever.

Cuz I think I'm nothing to be caring about.

I could do this if my bridges weren't burnt down.
I feel like I gave up.