Just Sitting Here...

Listening to hypocrisy.
There is nothing more I need to say here.
Seeing the pain that makes me sad.
There are no more tears I have left to shed.
I play the tough role of a grown up teen.
Even though I don't have to.
It's my habit.


There are dead butterfly's in my stomach.
Never to be reborn again.
With every event I realize it's not going to work.
I keep fooling myself.
I really need to let go for my own heart's sake.
But tearing away from my best friend may crush me.


Is there anything left for me to try?
Can I try and hold your hand in mine?
Not if I let go.
I honestly am clueless as what my next action should be.
I can't do anything.
Can I?


Life is a challenge.
But that is the fun of the heartache.
I'll fight for your love, from a distance.
When it happens it will happen.
Until then I will stand in this light you leave, and pray for the strength to stand on my own.
I love you,
Even if you don't love me.
Sleep well love.