Poetry

How do you know, of the pain in my soul...
Were you there when I cried for you?
You've never been there to show me you care,
But you say you love me too,
"Do you think you can save me", from what I've become,
Do you despise what you see?
Is the truth hard to hear, do you live with the fear,
That you've become just like me,
And though I've been told, my heart can be cold,
I only know what I see,
That life can be cruel, and I'm just a fool,
for believing that you could love me.