Brokenhearted

I am not looking for temporary people to love. If I start loving you, I will never stop.

I’m mad at God. You broke my heart. You did not treat me right. I deserve to be happy. I should be happy now, but I’m lower than ever. When will I meet someone who will make me happy? Tell me God, when will you let me be happy?

I envy happy people. The one that are actually capable of enjoying life. The one that don’t know what it’s like to have depression and to wake up most days feeling numb.

You are not a bad guy, but are the vilain in my story.

The truth is I’m not over you but I hold on for the day when I am. Someday my heart will belong to someone who wants it.

I am tired of meaningless sex. No matter how exciting and fun it is, I crave someone that is going to look at me in the eyes while making love to me.

I do not understand the people falling in and out of love; I am not looking for temporary people to love, because the truth is I only want one. One person. One person that will be completely mine. Forever.

I will never be enough, afterall I was never enough for you.

You only wanted a part of me, so I kept breaking myself for you.