Tired Of Waiting

I stood there alone tired and torn,

No strength in mind or body throat parched with thirst;

I don’t know y I chose to stay there and get worn,

My feet were angry with fatigue ready to burst.

Y does it always happen to me y am I the one waiting?

I hate to be the one who suffers always in darkness;

Y m I the one always in the lowest of all ratings?

Every relation I make with so much care finally becomes my harness!

I thought I would stop and from my past mistakes would learn,

But every time I slipped and fell and hurt myself bad;

I just understood that all I have the right is to be burnt,

No matter what I do what I try I end up becoming sad.

I know I will promise myself never to repeat this again,

Never to wait for someone never to care so much;

But still I know I will venture out for more pain,

I will keep hurting myself keep getting hurt till I get that special touch.