I have made my bed but others
choose to lay in it and take my life.
What happens when I
have no more love to give? Love me.
I am pained by living because my
happiness comes with the cost of
How can I cope? Love me? You
don’t want to love me.
Who would ever have thought 2 letters
would be so easy to define me.
Love me? How could you?
You don’t know me.