From one to ten
I hate myself
From here to the sky
I want to die

If love does exists
Then why is it like this,
I don't even think
People know what it means
Cause If this is love
Then love is destructive,
Love is hurtful,
And love is compulsive

The saddest thing is
That is something we all need,
Love is something
That we all crave for,
Something we miss,
We want

Love is the thing
Our bodies ask for,
Our souls look for,
And our hearts search for

I wonder how, why or what
Created love
Whoever defined it
Didn't get it
Cause no one understands it,
Love is something
That has no definition
We all describe it as beautiful
But nothing breaks you more than that

From one to ten
I hate myself
From here to the sky
I want to die