What is love?
Is there truly such a thing?
I thought I had it many times past
And I found, through a broken heart,
That it wasn’t real at all
If there isn’t love at all
Why then do I believe I have fallen -
Into this pit so many times?
Here I am thinking I have it all
When in truth I have nothing but pain
I ask for only the small things
Things that have no material value at all
Yet I cannot get any of it
So I ask for things with a price
And still I receive nothing
What am I to do?
Many have told me to get out of it
Yet I am unable to leave
Am I stuck with this unbearable pain?
I don’t want to be at all
For it tears me into pieces every day
I seem to have nothing left,
No life, no love, no heart, nor soul
What am I to do with this?
I can’t comprehend what to do
To leave, or to stay
That is the real question
One I, to this day, cannot answer
~Chrystal
Written on
April 8, 2001