abuse

i never realized i myself was being abused
I just though it was love and i was amused
But i  am suffering from a lack of passion
and missing  the image statement of fashion

I feel empty when i am full
and when the room is full I feel alone
My best friend doesn't know the story
and probably doesn't care to carry
carry a conversation
when it is me that needs the fixing

I am always a friend to others
but who is a friend to me
I need the people I love in my life
and i refuse to see love to tight

tight around my arms hurt around my shoulders
un able to breathe because i am having a panic attack
thats not love
i can't explain my emotions in words but im trying
trying to save myself with words from abuse of the unheard
 he yelled repeatedly and i yelled back he was ready to let me go
and know i know that im tsick of the pain screaming and yelling
I want more for myself so now i as you please let me out of this thing called abuse
because i dont want to be amused and im sick of being confused

its not love itis hate
and i refuse another date
you were nice in the beginning
only to fall short in the end