Do You Really Care?

Do you really care?

I mean about me.

Because it seams every time I turn my back you go to someone else.

Only when your hurt you come back to me and say that you love me.

Why are you like that?

If you want to be with me then stay with me.

Because someday I’m not going to be here for you.

I’m not your little toy that you can just use whenever you want., then throw to the side when you get bored.

But no, I care for you to much to not not comfort you when your hurt.

I’m to soft hearted, why am I like this?

I get made fun of, hurt, and wanted to be dead by a lot, but no, I just had to be the nice one.

I had to be the one who cannot be cold and mean hearted, but yet you have no symphony for the one that cares more for you than any other.

So I’ll lay down on my bed next to you, comforting you like all the other times.

But someday the question will come out and if you answer right but treat me the same then I’ll leave.

But if you answer right treat me differently then I’ll stay and comfort you when your hurt.

But if you answer wrong then I’ll leave forever.

You will not see me, but I’ll see you, I’ll be watching.

Making sure your not hurt.

Even if you are I won’t help.

Because I am super man and you are my kryptonite.

So what’s your answer, do you really care?