so i am at the point
where i feel like i need you
which is also the point...
i want to say f* you.
to be dependant
on anothers comfort
consolement and caring
makes me feel like dirt.
and im f*ing crazy
and i do need help
but you cant give it
ill have to get it myself.
i hate so much about you,
your taste makes me ill,
your really not that hot
just run of the mill.
so what do you have,
that wont let me say goodbye?
i hardly know you,
so how do you make me cry?
I admit that i need you,
you make me happier than a lark,
but it seems everyday,
we lose a bit of the spark,
and i feel its my fault,
yet i keep fighting for it,
you agreed that im ugly,
you let me feel like s**t,
you said that you wanted me,
why do you like getting me pissed?
you said that you could love me,
but why do i just feel dissed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BETTER THAN SWEET LITTLE LIES-10 POINTS