What Is Left Of Me

Sometimes I wonder why I try.
My emotions seem to take the best of me.
I want to hide
But it seems to come out especially when I am close to somebody.

I see you all week and everyday
I become closely more attached to you.
Honestly, you do not feel a thing.
So I am in this alone yet again.

I find myself looking at you
But from a distance
I cannot get too close
Because it would be no point.

Everytime I follow my heart
It end up back firing upon me
Like being apart
It pulls me to the other direction.

I am alone having these feelings for you.
I have to keep them to myself
Yet I continue to break
Upon what is left of me.