I don’t know how to love.

It was something I always wanted.

I never received it and was deprived of.

Now, I will forever be haunted

by the void deep inside of me.

Do good things come to those who wait?

I’m beggin for mercy, so please,

I’ve been patient with bittersweet fate.

I keep searching for some new answers of help

but I only get this same old question,

“Why do you feel sorry for yourself?”

Deflate yourself of unnecessary depression.

I always call Him on the phone.

There’s no answer; it only rings.

Maybe He’s not even home.

I guess He has more important things.

I wish I could stop this

if only I knew how.

But, I won’t until I find eternal bliss

and this I truly vow.