"I Can't Seem To Shake This Awful Feeling"

Sitting here
Crying on my bed,
Thoughts of you
Running through my head.

I was ok
Just for a bit,
But you hit a nerve
And I won't forget.

I wanna be friends
But you push me away.
What more can I do?
What more can I say?

Of course, I still love you
And I always will.
But I've tried everything
And you don't love me still.

From being all mopey
To being a beauty queen,
Nothing I did seemed to
Mean anything.

So I wrote you this poem
Hoping you would see
Are you still my friend?
'Cause you're acting like an enemy.


**Author's Note**
I wrote this quite a while back, about a year and a half ago, about this jerk-off that tore me to pieces. I went through a very intense depression because of it, and not until recently (about a bit over a month ago) have I finally come to terms with who he really is. But although I deeply loathe him, he has been the inspiration for most of my better pieces. He's my muse although I hate him; I can't change that. So, my dear readers (if there are any, I honestly don't care), you all will be seeing many works with angst and heartache flowing throughout. I've never published said pieces and only kept them to myself and select few friends (including him). So be not quick to judge these pieces, for they are the crop of my once heartache-filled soul. Just enjoy.

Your's Truly,
Misery Chick