I was once told
To love another
Means nothing at all
And that being loved
Means something
But the thing that means
Is to love
Another who loves you back

So do I mean nothing
Because I love you
Nobody loves me
So am I nothing
I have not experienced
This thing called 'love'

So do I mean nothing at all?

Love is meant to be a saviour
Love is meant to heal my wounds
All it has ever done to me
Is make existing wounds bigger
And make new wounds on my soul
It was meant to bring me happiness
But all it does is bring me tears
I've been told that once you are in love
It will be the most beautiful thing in the world
But now I'm in love
And this period of my life is the most painful
My soul is dead
MY heart is dead
All I need to do now
Is to die