You don't love me,
Despite what you say,
and I try to stop loving you,
but it just won't go away.

I wish that you did,
Or I wish that it would,
that I would quit loving you,
Or that you finally could.

I can't stand being in limbo,
this purgatory that I'm in,
I get so desperately anxious,
like I'm trapped inside my skin.

The most awful of sensations,
Feeling so very...