All I ever did was love him. And all I ever wanted was for him to love me too, the way he said he did.
But here I am years later, still waiting. Still doing the same things over and over. Never making changes.
Waiting to be told that I matter, asking to be told I matter, never being told I matter.And all I hear is that deathly darkness calling me again.
Telling me I definitely don't matter.