Love Is Never Real

They give me no respect
I feel abandoned and hurt
The way the say "I love you"
But the words are never real

I'm never the number one priority
It's always a brother or a sister
I'm never missed when I'm gone
So why am I still here?

I want to cry outall my indignations and frustrations
But it only makes me feel weak
So everything is bottled like the bruises left on my heart
Bandaids and alchol can't even fix it

I feel lonely and depressed
But no ones here to protect me
I could go and build a rocketship
But they will care for the money and not me

Love is another word that's usless and doesn't need any rechonightion
Love is anyhting but a word for betreyal
Love is never real...
So why was the word invented?