How many times have I been taught that I am alone in this world. My lifespan will never be long
enough to include love, all it can do is bring me down. No longer does my heart beat blood through my veins and tears through
my eyes. I have depended on others for too long to confort me. Only to ease my worries and to solve my problems. Of all people, I
should know not to depend on others.
Though tears rarely run down my cheek I have shed too many to the dependancy I have chose to
live through. Love, I have lived and died by the sword of love and it has run me too long. It seems like everytime I come
close to love it strikes me down like the deadliest of snakes.
Love does not exist. It along with many other worldly pleasures was created to satisfy a craving
that lingers inside all of us, only to destroy us. There is no such thing as love and there never will be. I guess I have
to survive without that as well.
Why have I been cursed without the blessings of everyday life. I guess there is a price for
everything and my price is everything. I can never be happy, it just wont happen. Everytime I think I have won, I am crushed
and shut down. My tears have been extinct through my life. It is almost impossible for me to shed them now whatever the agonizing
pain may be. It takes a true sorrow to draw those tears from my emotionless eyes. The only pain to bring them out is the fault
of us, humanity. It is unconquerable in this life of pain.
