Love. What is it? I don't have it. I don't receive it. For some unknown reason, I don't
deserve to be loved my others. I'm sick and tired of felling this way. But what am I going to do.
No one listens, no one cares. I am not loved, I was never loved, and I will never be loved. Maybe
love isn't a feeling or an action. Maybe it's just a word. A word that isn't in my dictionary.
A word that has no meaning for me. They tell me everything happens for a reason. That God has a
wonderful future for me. But I am starting to doubt everything, including God. They tell me, 'Oh,
maybe you and that guy weren't meant to be.' Maybe I wasn't meant to be alive. No one loves
me. They say, 'I love you,' but they use that word so loosely. How am I supposed to know they
mean it?! I used to stand so tall. I used to be so strong. Now I lay in my dark closet, alone, I
sit. I sit and I cry. I can't pretend I'm happy anymore. It's gotten too far.I try so hard to make my life better. No matter how much I pray or talk to the
Lord, I feel like He isn't there. I turn to friends but when I try to reach out, no one is there
to listen. I feel like I don't belong where I am. I have made wishes to be loved. But my wishes
never seem to come true. I don't get what I'm doing wrong. But whatever it is, it's keeping me
from being loved. In the eyes of others and of love, I don't appear. I am not there for anything.
I don't know why I was put on this earth. I don't know why I exist, why I live. I live with no
love. No love, no one to love. I just want to know'What is love?