Facebook is evil i say

I could kill the person who designed facebook.
Torture ! You want that special someone to go online,
Waiting only to find freinds who brag about their perfect lives,
Me stereo typed to a point of being jealous,
But i am still waiting just in case,
Only to see her words,
But no one there and i cry to the sounds of sad songs,
Those songs everyone loves when they are down,
Am i so stupid?
Waiting not wanting to go offline.
This is the second night of torture ,
Thinking of her every second , is she doing the same?
Or is she scared of getting close to me?
So many queastions and my mind wonders to facebook ,
Is she on? Will she come online?
Time to make a coffee and wait some more.
Obsession and madness, why is it in my heart?
Thoughts in my mine how do i show her?
How much i love her , need her, want her,
She might ask why, but i know she is the one.
From the very first moment i saw her.
My life changed from darkness to a world of high's,
She is miles away from me and yet i can still feel her,
Stare into a photo, wishing to enter it,
Hold her, feel her warmth and body.
We only met a little while ago, i must be patient.
But it feels like i have known her all my life,
And again i find myself checking facebook,
I am hopeless a fool, another facebook junkie,
Quizzes to see if your in love and checking her profile every five minutes,
Now just sitting in the dark more tears run down my face,
Scared she is not intrested anymore,
If i ask it might be the wrong answer,
So i sit here and wait.
Jumping at the first sign of someone online,
Praying it is her, heart falls yet another freind.
I do not want to talk to any one else just her.
Well i guess it looks like another night of torture, and try again tommorow.
Facebook her i come.