Am I really that bad
you have to be asleep or ready to fuck.
Just to be near me
without running a muck.
Do you really hate me so much
there's so little left.
I'm that hard to love?
When did I become such a weight?
That I stopped being something worthy
nothing good, nothing great.
Should I just let go
give in?
Know that there's nothing left
no way to win.
Is this really how you see me
what I've become in your eyes?
Every thing I believed in
Was it all just a lie?
April 30,2007
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Submission Name: Was It All A Lie
