Left On The Shelf

You'll never know how much it hurts
when you leave me the hell alone.
I don't know why I cry with tears still inside
(perhaps I hide what I don't want you to see).
Sometimes I wonder if we've grown emotionally apart
because of our lack of physical contact.
I gave myself to you,
but often feel as if I've been left on the shelf;
you pull me down when you get bored,
and leave me up to die when you're done with me.

I want to turn my song up loud,
so I don't have to hear myself think
(or hear you speak to me).
My thoughts hurt more than the knives I've abandoned,
but go ahead and leave me alone.
I'm getting to know your acts,
and thinking it's time for a new song
(let's switch tracks).
I'm hating you with all my soul,
but only because I love you.

It would have been so much easier to simply deny you.
We've been keeping strong for so long
it's tearing us apart.
I knew it would be hard,
as our love is forbidden,
but now I'm thinking it impossible.
There's got to be a way to make this work.
When you leave me, I'm broken;
when you're with me, I love you.
I'm swimming in confusion about the way I feel.

How much do I really love you?
Too much, but not enough.

A/N: It hasn't been revised at all except for a spellcheck, so if you have anything constructive... it'd be kind of nice.