True love?
Was it true love or was it my own illusion?
I fed my own poison again, why did I fell in the trap of limerence then…
I can’t believe I was so naïve, I thought it was true love. I thought I loved you, but it seemed…
It seemed like it was my own poison.
The poison of limerence.
I regret, I regret, I regret.
I lost myself, I lost you. How am I able to love someone when I cannot love myself?
What is true love?
What is it, what is it, what is it?
Why was I obsessive, why were you a drug? I don’t understand.
I wish I could truly love you, I wish, I wish. But I am unable to provide you it, I am mentally ill.
I am ill enough to not give myself the love I need.
I am ill enough to not be able to take care of myself.
Some day, I try to get my life together. I don’t want to happen it again.
I wish all the pieces matched, I wish I could lead a normal life without psychological issues.
I don’t want to feel the horrendous pain of living in a fantasy. Not this time, never.
I want to be happy again.
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