It Hurts Poem by Brady Morrison

Why is it, when I close my eyes I cannot think?
Why is it, that when I sleep, I dream of nothing?
Why is it, when ever I'm lost I think of you.
When I see you, hear you, know your comming towards me I wait.
I wait till I see you are not comming for me and I get filled with sorrow.
I never knew love could hurt this much, could make me feel the way I feel.
Talk to me, make me feel like you want me around.
Invite me to things you want me to be at.
Don't make me ask cause I feel demanding.
I feel controlling.
I feel confussed.
I want this so much, more than I have wanted anything.
I thought I could get rid of the feelings.
But I can't.
I'm alone in a world full of dreamers.
People who dream of things they can't have or achive.
People who dream of having things that they have lost.
You need to stop dreaming and start seeing.
Start seeing what is in front of you.
Start seeing that there is someone who wants you, but you push them away.
Start a new life, a new life... with me.