How can I love you anymore?

The human body-is there truly any beauty within it.

In the simple eyes and the way we define our exterior beauty-

The human body is hideous. On any level. Absolutly hideous.

Yet, I laugh at this, but yet, we fall in love with these creators.

With these beings that are just like use.

The only difference--some are so very much more ugly and terrifying then the others that we see from day to day.

I want to be selfish----I want you to see my pain.

I want to be alive.

It's it wonderful. To know that I'm simply not alive with you anymore.

Do you know what happiness is?

It's not with you, young sir. Not anymore.

I want you to try to see me for me and not the mistakes that haunt our loving past.

Please, can't you see.

You've forced me to see and feel your pain so many times.

You make sure that I feel every ounce of your pain ten times over.

I'm not that strong.

Why do I stand here and take the abuse?

I'm just trying to find a meaning to live.

The human meaning is to love.

I thought that, but I can't find love anywhere.

The more I cry, I have to say good-bye to this way of life.

I can't continue to serve has your punching bag.

I can't put my happiness on the line for you anymore.

I am human-hideous to look at

and you love me.

That's wonderful.

That's life.

But it can't be you and me anymore, baby.

We are now torn apart by your own ugly outlook.

I cry out at night in pain----I have no one to cry out to now though. I gave all my friends and family up for you

My dearest lover....Won't you ever see what you've done to me? I see what I've done to you.