I want love.
I want real love.
I want someone to look at me the way I’ve looked at a thousand people I have loved.
No one has ever returned the love I’ve given.
I give, give and give until I have nothing. Absolutely nothing left except an empty heart and a tired body.
I am tired.
I am so sad and broken.
Everyday hurts more than it should.
I am exhausted.
Giving everything in hopes to get one small thing in return.
I want real, can’t live without each other love, but what if it’s not meant for me?
I’m starting to think I’ll spend my whole life chasing it,
all the way to my grave.