Anger to Depression

The eyes that peirce through me,
that make my knees go weak.
I feel them on me.
I fell in love with them.
I fell asleep with them engraved
in my head.
Oh, how I want them out of my head.
Out of my soul.
But I can't find the strength.
I want to punish myself everytime I
think of him. I've never felt this way before.
Or atleast, I can't remember.
I'm confused by his actions,
the way he loves back is confusing.
It irritates me.
If he likes me back, then flirt with me.
Like I am for him.
But if not, than don't at all.
I've been hurt before.
That's why I don't want to let anyone that close again.
I lost a friend becase of him. I don't want to lose myself.
Is it really that hard to let me know how he feels when he
should've figured out that I like?
I think not.
I'm not saying anything because I'm not sure if he truly
feels the same.
How can I know with the way he acts with other girls.
It confuses me.
It irritates me.
Make me desperate for the love I never got.
And appearently will never get.