How can you just lay there while I cry?
You hear my sobs, yet you don't reach out to me...
that takes a special kind of love.
I'm sick of all the hurt.
I'm tired of feeling alone.
People say, "I love you," but do they really?
Does anybody truly love me?
Because love doesn't hurt somebody as bad as I hurt right now.
Love doesn't say mean things.
And when Love says it's sorry,
Love wraps its arms around the person so they can feel it.
I don't ask much from people.
I work, go to school,
and my spare time is mostly spent doing things for others.
When will things be done for me?
When will people go out of their way to do something to make me happy?
I know it's not right to expect something in return for the goodness I do...
but I get tired.
I get tired of doing...doing...doing for people.
I get tired of being taken advantage of.
But most of all, I get tired of feeling alone.
I get tired of hurting...of tears...of hoping and wishing and wanting
for someone to just hold me when I'm sad.
I am not good enough to warrant that kind of attention.

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