Sad? Maybe

I didn't think it would pan out like this. There's no doubt that it's me. I just wish my love could have seen the vision that I did - what the beautiful future held for us. But none of them seem to believe in the same path as me. And so it will be.

I'm strong and independent. I like to be alone. But I didn't think this whole journey would be on my own. I think back at the past, and wonder what could've been done better to make the love last. This sick twisted loop hole, just wont seem to pass.

And now I'm here. Alone. It's really hard to have faith that anything will change. I was once foolish enough to believe that the right thing would eventually come to be. But how many times must a heart break before just accepting that loves not something I'll make. What's life's purpose if not for that? So what am I doing here? Just to write meaningless words on a page, as if my word's existence are worth the space.

So here's what I've decided.

I no longer wish to write

I'm tired of this game.

Day after day, nothing but the same

I'm not even fucking good at it for god's sake.

I once used writing as a tool, but now I realize it just makes me a fool. Each word I write for each truth I feel makes the demon inside me become more real.

For lack of anything else to blame

I'll say it's the words I write that cause my pain

For the evil now, and all evils past

I swear this entry, will be my last