i hate feeling like this
i hate that you're sad too
the constant feeling in my head
saying this isn't worth it
but the beating of my heart
is telling me not to give up
i wish i could help you
i've tried but i failed
my heart can't hold the pain of two
it can barely hold the scars that once hurt
i want you to be happy
i want you to be free
this feeling of helplessness
is only helped by a quick fix
trying to find someone
you search the world to find
it's not as easy as said
but it helps the wounds heal
slower than if not helped
but thats a lie
it's all a fantasy
the love in the movies
is all a made up story
i wish i could tell you that its real
i wish i could say it's out there
the butterflies that you get
it's all imaginary
the excitement that you feel
it's relief for the pain that you've had
for far too long.