I am empty, hollow, broken...except when I'm around him.
I wonder if he will ever see how I see myself; worthless.
I hear his voice all the time; oh how it makes my heart skip.
I see his face everywhere I turn.
I want to be with him forever.
I am empty, hollow, broken...except when I'm around him.

I pretend to be happy, when I am indeed miserable; but I don't need to act around him.
I feel thankful that he even talks to me.
I touch his arm, and butterflies dance around in my stomach.
I worry about screwing things up, just like I always do.
I cry silently almost every night, because I keep having nightmares of him dying.
I am empty, hollow, broken...except when I'm around him.

I understand sometimes you have to bleed to know you're actually alive, 'cause sometimes you're just too numb.
I say people should not judge for someone's actions.
I dream about him.
I try to help everyone, but I can never help myself.
I hope to be with him forever.
I am starting to believe perhaps I am not worthless, with or without him. (With him, I prefer<3)