I Just Want to be Loved.

My torn heart is devestated by what my ears hear.
Its pain shudders throughout my body, even my fingers ache.
Unable to breathe, I sit in the middle of the empty road, gasping for air, but most of all for hope.
I just want to be loved.
Not even the winds can help me be free. Nor can the sun carry my last remaining light.
My never ending tears dampens my soul, weakening my bones, enabling me to stand back up.
It's a fear of being abused by the angered once again.
I just want to be loved.
It's a craving for appreciation and kindness.
Making me want to sink my teeth into those words.
Wishing to be able to taste the definitions and feel it travel through my veins, into the blood pumping into my shattered heart. I want to feel it.
I just want to be loved.
There is no love for my broken heart. Once the disappointment entered me, I commited myself to the monsters, signing a contract, forever placing me in a position at the bottom.
I don't feel safe nor do I feel true happiness.
I'm left with suffering or a fake reality. I'm running on a broken engine.
While the world seems to bloom with color, I'm slowly fading away.
Until I'm only an abandoned shadow.
I just want to be loved.
I'm not selfish, nor am I stupid. I realize the love around me that's become my enviroment.
But it's not the love that I need, it's not the love that I've worked for.
It's free labor that I've regreted.
Desperately needing that love that every person needs.
I don't need love from strangers and I definitely don't want it either.
Thank you though, for loving the colors of my mask.
But as of now, my true light is seeping through the wooden appearance.
The love around me, isn't the love I want. I don't want your love.
I'd trade it for a love that I truly need.
The love that has never been given to me.
The love from those who share my blood.
I just want to be loved...