At this point, in my destiny, my heart feels sorrow,
I wish i could understand my heart, if i only i knew the language
it speaks.
Maybe i wouldn't be this so insecure, she never calls,
never texts, she don't even say these words, i love
you.
But am i true in what i say that love hates me, why do i always
feel like love is my enemy, is it apart of my destiny.
Perhaps i'm too fat, to ugly to share a part of the life
that love lives. I always have thoughts of not eating, just
wantin to waste away, die alone as my destiny see fit.
Am i insecure, maybe not, is it wrong to ask to be loved to
be shown affection.
I guess it is if your name is Clint. A name, a curse, a death
sentance or forever loniness and hurt. Hate is my ally,
hate is my friend, and love is evil and not my friend, the
enemy wihin.
i am always underapreciated, and always under-loved.