poem

im tired of the tears i cry,
im tired of being used,
why! why is it that i feel so abused?

i simply wish to be in love,
is that to much to ask?
a simple phrase,
that clouds my lonesome path.

why is it taht i try,
adn try and try again!
only in the end i die inside,
a piece of my heart broken.

am i that awefully bad?
to have my heart had.

so scared that in the end,
no heart shall be left,
but an empty spot,
where once it was held at.

am i ever to fall in love
adn never be lead astray?

will i ever feel loves true touch?
or will it forever fade away?

im tried of the tears i cry,
im tired of being used.

im tired of the tears i cry,
for a love taht is always untrue.