I'm lost.
I'm scared.
I feel horrid.
But still.
I stared.
At the lies.
Showing from.
Your galaxy eyes.
Trying to suck.
My soul.
And.
The love.
Out of me.
Like a black hole.
I ain't fine.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
But still.
I smiled.
And made.
A reply.
I love you, too.
Oh, those sweet lies.
It's killing me.
I know I'm not enough.