A poem

I question and get no response
I care and I get hurt
I love and I feel nothing
I've questioned to much and got nowhere
I loved to much and I don't care

I wait for the next bit of  pain
I try to keep it in
to hold it close
Not let anyone see my hand
I see how they worry.
They shouldn't worry about me I'm just broken goods

He didn't talk to me again today.
Does he still love me?
Or am I soon to be gone

In four days it will be five months.
I was happy for three of them... now..
I just don't know

I love him
don't get me wrong
Hes cute and sweet
Makes me put on a goofy smile
I wonder if he knows how much I care?
Here I am questioning again
always
questioning