Why? Why does it always come down to this? Why do I feel regret when I tell myself I have none. Every day is a step backwards, a step towards the beginning and the end; or so I like to tell myself. There is no hope in this life for me. I will die and that is that. There is nothing here for me…nothing…nobody…not a solitary moment of true love and happiness for me to cherish. Perhaps that was my only real regret after all…not knowing whether such an emotion really exists in this world. I tried… I suppose. Regardless, I always knew this life […]
Author
cloudnine
i am ADDicted
to the Love and
Pain
of Others
i am the harbinger
of Everything
You wish for
Not
i am the bane
of Your
and my
Exist
-ences
i am
decre
-pit
broken and
frag men ted
i am over
looked
wounds
externally                                         and self
-inflicted
i am
just another
story
without                                              visible
script