Unspoken Word

I just wanna scream my emotions from the top of my lungs.
Maybe then they would be taken serious.
Is that why I yell?
To be understood?
Am I not speaking the same language as you?
Two different worlds.
Two different ways.
When you stopped including me in your world, thats when I knew.
You were done loving me.
But you didn't want to be the bad guy.
You didnt want to make your little one cry.
I wish you would have just told me when enough was enough.
Instead I drove myself crazy trying to make us work.
But you were working against me all along.
I wish we would have had that last argument where you say,
" Cant we make this work, I don't want to be with out you."
Cause thats what I want to say.
You were my plan.

The make-believe relationship.

I love this one the most.
What does this mean?
I let myself feel the most pain with this one?
No.
The last one was quite painful.
The slowest band aid ripped off to date.
But at least I knew my feelings were one sided there.
Man, o, man. I write a good script.
This one, he fell for me first.
Is that why I felt I owed him my love?
Well, I not only gave him my love,
But I gave him my entire heart to do with as he pleased.
How long can the feeling of being in love last for?
Well, as it looks, its timed out.
All of the things he once loved, he was now sick of.
We used to fight over real issues.
Now we fight over make-believe feelings.
Chemical responses to emotional stimuli.
L-O-V-E.
More dangerous than fire.
More effective than religion.

Love can not be fabricated once one person has fallen out.
The unloved heart just feels as good as dead.