I'm so confused. Is it love or lust? Really. I think why does it matter. It does matter for some reason unknown. I just can't think right now. I think if I had enough energy to get the tears out I would cry. I'm just so tired of thinking what could be true and what isn't. I really like Dean and we're getting along so well. I've never ever felt like this before. But everytime I say that it ends so badly. So I'm not going to say anything. I'll write a poem in a minute.-- "Alone I think" In the darkness I dwell, Trying to find the energy, To move about and live, I feel so broken, Not to be fix, Loving the idea of love, Dreaming I knew the answers, But in reality I have no idea, I don’t care to know or find out, If this is my lonely life, Forever this way, I stay broken never to be healed. "Confussion" Tears of no joy only pain, Its been a while since I cried, Now I feel so broken and confused, For it has already started, It happened once before, The feeling that I have more, A lot more than I want, And I don't know what to do, So all I have is to cry, B/c I'm so tore between things.