Pain comes from within
Real grieving doesn’t last long
After a while it's all self-inflicted
I find myself mourning at dawn
Weeping in the day
Tearing up in the morning
My eyes wet at every moment
I try to find a scapegoat
I want to blame someone else
I want to blame my friends
My parents, my crush
I blame the world,
I blame god.

I let one thing consume my life
An idol seemingly
I let love dictate my life
I cause myself all the pain
It's not that I need to focus on other things
Or just wait for the right guy to come along
I need to stop being so mad
But I’m just so damn angry all the time!
I can't help it!


What real satisfaction could love even bring?
Do I want someone to call my own?
Do I want someone to hold me tight and never let me go?
These I can't answer
But I do know that this painful sadness isn't worth it
It's not worth ANY amount of this elusive "love"
This "love" that I seem to speak of so frequently
Is not as important as anything
Its power and emotion are controlled by no one but me
I just need to help myself not be affected by its wicked ways
To help myself not let it hurt me

Because loving without being loved back will hurt no matter what
There's only one thing I can do,
And that's decide how bad it's gonna hurt

Will I let it destroy my life?
Or will I cry for a day, and rebuild my heart.

I'm letting go.
Moving on.
Setting myself free.