I recently come to the conclusion that the thing I want the most in my life, I will never recieve. I will never get to be with the person I love. He will never love me. Everytime I think I have a shot, someone else comes along.
I don't understand why he doesn't like me. I am the person who is there for him every time something goes wrong. I am the one who comforts him when he gets hurt. I am the one who never lies to him. I am the one who gives a damn what happens to him. I am the one who hasn't left.
No matter what I do, I'll never be good enough. I'll never be what he wants.
Somtimes I tell myself that there isn't any point to life. I was wrong. There is a point to life. It just happens to be that suffering is all I am meant for. I'll never have the gratification I want or need.
Tell me again why I'm still here...
 Trae Blackhawk · Sat Mar 28, 2009 @ 12:05am · 1 Comments |
