I know she loves me,
Though I don't understand why,
All I've ever done
Is make her cry.

I've hurt her terribly,
I've crushed her soul,
I've stabbed her in the heart
And left a bleeding hole.

She got too close to me,
Someone who doesn't love her,
someone who needs his space
And not be smothered.

She fell in love,
But love I can't return,
For within me,
Love doesn't exsist,
And it probably never will.

I'm selfish,
And abusive;
To myself,
At times,
I feel
Useless.

How can I love
When I can't even
Love myself?

I need my space,
Can't she see?
I need to find
Myself
Before I can love
Anyone else.

She got too close
And fell in love
With a ghost.

A man who lives his days
In an alchoholic haze,
And can't see beyond
His nose.

Mourning still for a love
He once had;
Something that once
Meant something to him;
Something he no longer has.

What I really need
She can't comphrehend;
She'll never understand this man,
Or who I am.

Simply put -
What I need isn't her.
And I simply don't know
How to make her
Understand.