Proza

When he completed me, that's when I realized I didn't want him as much as when I couldn't have him 
He would fill me up, and I would still feel as empty 
Is the glass half empty or half full
I would feel like a piece of meet; a slut that he chewed up and swallowed any time he wanted 

When I lost control of love, I felt useless and mistaken 
And I don't want to be 'the mistake' 
I want to be apart of something more; something more valuable, something more complete, something less empty just do I could be apart of the 'half full' concept 

But, I search and search and every empty soul enters my body, and I feel their pain
Except I am a robot, an introvert 
I want to please you, because really I'm afraid of the pain that you could cause me 
All the while,deep down, I truly want it
I just don't want to tell you
I don't want that insecurity to get the best of me; get the best of you 
It's called submissive 

When I love somebody, I love everybody 
I can't help it
It's my infection and I can't let go because I don't know how I got it 
I just know that it hurts, and that's something that I can't grasp 
In dieing and nobody knows what's wrong, because I'm not going to tell them

Why? Because I might be delusional 
I could be making these things up because I can't face reality 
Maybe in scared of it 
Or maybe...
Maybe I am scared of you 

It's called submissive 
It's called I'm scared of my own fear
It's called I need your help 
It's called loyalty 
It's called Im trapped in your cage of lies