a terrible thing to waste.

The misery, that you suffer. I can't feel. the Anxiety, is torture, the anguish is real. The vexations, the guilt, the distrust your mind has built. Not knowing who to trust, for fear someone will leave you in their dust. life's truly a disappointment, for the time you have served, you can't even get the treatment you deserve. your mind plays terrible tricks on you, the sorrow , and you take it out on me. I'm lost for words, with all the things you do. I hope for the best, but you expect less. you can make me cry, and you don't even try. your a whole different person, your almost evil, the hatred and distrust. you give me the reason to feel disgust. I would give you the world, be your number one girl. But I will never be enough, you still feel distrust. I'm not your past, I am your present, god put us in each other's path, like an omen , a premonition, a sign.... we were destined to be. The mind, it's a terrible thing to waste, the heart is a terrible thing to hurt, but trust is the hardest to regain. at this point I just feel lost, and it has all come at a greater cost. will we ever be the same, or was it all just a game. it's a terrible thing to waste!