you and I

  you make me feel lower than a bulb planted in the gound.
 you call me dumb,retarted and other mean things
 you wonder why I let myself go when im alone and of waste
  you continue with the lies when you hear my cries. 
 you have caused me more pain than a day of a break up with a first boy friend.
 I wonder why you say you love when I feel shot down like a dove.
even though you harm in all ways than one I question why you hold me near and I call you dear

Author's Note

just thoughts on my mind.