Not one person cares.
I cant bare the truth of inability to love me for me.
That not one person could take responsibility for loving me.
Not one person cared to say their sorry.
The touch of a body means more to me,
Then the false pretense of love faked for me.
I feel empty inside while attempting suicide 
Tell me why and how you sleep so peacefully.
Knowing I have never felt love unconditionally.
You had the power to change that.
Maintain that.
Once again I gave my everything.
Its never enough.
Just enough to touch and
Make it feel real.
Its like making a deal.
I never really feel anything beyond physical.

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