The dream became the diamond in my life. It was the only thing that seemed real and precious to me. It was my last hope. Nothing else could compare to it. Not even love, because I couldn’t believe you any more. You always had me asking…
Could I Be Loved
I feel alone and heart broken.
Used and tortured…
And left not knowing who to trust or love.
I’ve been cut and beaten many times before.
But none compares to the pain
I get from trying to find love.
I gave my heart many times.
Only to see them take it,
Then throw it against the wall,
As if to kill it.
I hate myself for crying over them.
I’ve given too much of myself,
Because they asked me to.
I tried to do all that I could do for them.
Still I find myself bleeding from the soul.
Their words…
Like knives,
Cut as deep.
I find my fear is not being loved,
Or taking the chance to be hurt again.
So I stand alone wondering if I can be loved.
