I shy away from a chance of love,

because the last time I ended up like a shattered glass.

The doubts in my head take over me,

as I wonder if I’ll ever get a happy ending.

I’ve lost one person after another, I’ve been shunned, I’ve been betrayed.

And I’ve always felt like a victim.

But I’m starting to wonder, maybe its me.

Am I the reason everyone leaves?

Am I doomed to be forever alone?

Am I so unlovable?

These questions haunt me and leave their mark as the bags under my eyes.