DIFFICULT TO SURVIVE ?....peom

At the beginning your lies were true,
because I was busy dying for you.

You came along making me blush,
but all you had was nothing but lust.

You used me only for your reason,
leaving me hurt in every season.

Each day as evening starts to set,
the ache builds around my chest.

I hug my tear stained pillow in lost,
and cry for one I loved.

I can't sleep,all I do is force myself to bed,
then I say to myself" baby get some rest".

And next day when people come around,
I cry and scream without a sound.

Your hurt is now my anguish in life,
It's is getting tough to survive.

With all the pain you gave me,
What else is left to see?