Valentines.

It was previously called,
"the day of love".
The unnoticed
trying to get noticed.
What makes this day special,
when everyday we are to love?
Wasn't this a commandment?
Why do we keep our
hopes up high when everyday
we are obliged to love?
I tried my best to do good;
to love on the day of love.
Contrary to the belief,
I'm cutting
hurting
and hating myself
on the day of love.




Can't write a poem for nuts now. But that pretty much sums up today.