on second thought

its never too late to begin to care
but some people cant share anything
nothing real just the shallow surface
hurting isnt the worst of it
i feel so thats good sometimes
i long for the emotional flattening
so common with my mental disease
but it would be worse to have yours
a scociopath  no feeling except yours
what a sad exsistence my friend
to never know sencerity to never feel anothers
warmth except when enclosed in their body
how shallow an exsistence you must find
relationship less than melancholy
does it all  feel sad and hopless
outlook so bleak to know
youll never experience anything
fully id say im sorry to you but
im sorry to me cause ive gone and fallen
head of heels in love with someone who will
never love me can i accept being nothing
more than his convenient comfort
when he remembers me that im here waiting
for a forever that will never be atleast not in life