i hate myself for being such a fool in love with you.
to wake early in the morning missing you.
to keep calling and texting you.
to keep crying over you and to blame myself all over again.
and then i sit alone and wonder why i always bother to put on a brave front amongst others but crumble like a loser at home alone.

and then i start to wonder why i was brought into this world for. with no parents to give warmth love, brother to share my stories and lover to be truthful.