Here I am sitting on this bed, crying again.

I wish I wasn't.

I wish it wasn't her that made me cry.

I wish that it wasn't her happiness that made my eyes fill.

I wish it wasn't her pain, that made these tears fall.

I realise more and more, that my life is centered around you, more than I knew.

I am lonely.

Depressed.

And worse of all jealous, of your new found happiness.

I do not wish you to grant me forgiveness because you think you have to,

but because you want to.

I want to be wanted, needed.

Yet I find myself not being sort out by others any more because they have something better,

Something far more precious than my company.