Crush

Oh how I feel happy having a crush. everytime I think of them I blush. things feel light hearted and bright at first then I feel dark and hurt and cursed. high school is a ride to all places and sights. everytime I get depressed, I smile and try to fight. not letting the doubt get my mind but in the end I'm just wasting my time. never be loved by another guy a tear rolls and drops from my eye I think I'm not good enough and why even try if all I do in my spare time is almost cry. A crush makes you a miserable person a love that was never meant to be, just a thought that's hurting history repeats itself over and over again will I find the one who love, will I have an happy end.