Not a poem I know- Just what was on my mind
I hate how when you want something it has to be...

I just don't see a point to anything anymore,
I don't enjoy doing the things I love...

I think and wonder
each and everday...

You were there,
When I was all alone...

You thought you could break my heart,
And you were right...

Why is that when you're here with me I'm happy?
Then when you leave I go back to my awful self...