My Biased Adherence

Here i am, standing outside your door.
Waiting for salvation, like never before.
Would you kick me out, or would you let me in?
Sleeping in your shelter, i've never been.

But the courage never came, i left instead.
Tears were flown, for many things unsaid.
As the moonlight faded, these eyes became red.
I tried to stop crying, and crawling to my bed.

Should i scream or should i dream?
Or should i throw my head to a concrete beam?
Dear God, do you really care?
Do you know that this pain is too much for me to bear?

Do you hear me when i whisper?
Calling your name in the moments i shiver?
Or am i too naive?
For trying to get out from this grief?

Well,

Love, is something i used to feel.
Now i can't even tell, which one is fake and which one is real.