This poem, I guess can be interpreted in many ways; think of those who loved us and did we always love them back? And when we are lonely, we are not the only suffering...

I want to be loved
And I know that I am,
So am I selfish,
Am I greedy,
Why does all the love not seem enough?
I don't understand, not at all
Some wonderful people do true ly love me,
And I don't feel the same for them.
Maybe it's me who wants to true ly love,
Maybe I'm waiting to feel blind in my heart,
Is there somebody who I true ly love?
There is someone I care about
I want to love them,
My heart is just scared to trust.
I've been broken before in the past.
How am I to know which steps to take,
And how do I tell apart from the good and the bad?
The world is deceiving,
I don't want to fall, I don't want to hurt,
And how many times have I written those words before?
I think and sigh
Thinking how time quickly passes us by,
I've got some letters in my hands,
They are honest, they are pure
And lines stand out for me...
"I did love you, well actually I still do... I miss you so much"
The words make me sad, it hurts me to read
Because I did love you, and I don't know where that feeling is gone.
My life is a flash,
All of our lives are
I want to cherish those who make mine about love
May we all be hurt in our lives,
Said goodbye to people and cry
For those who said goodbye to us,
But one important fact should last...
We were and for some people will always be loved.