Love....what's the point of it? I mean...all love does for me is strike me down and get me downright depressed or angry.....I know my friends and family try their hardest to stick up for me, even through the harshest of times....but i'm starting to thing i'm not useful to anypony....i'm pathetic, a waste of time and I should burn in the depths of hell....
My previous lover....she left me for another...and i'm here, cowering under the covers. I've never felt so alone in my life...sometimes I just want to end it all...with a sharp knife...but if I do that, it looks like i'm weak and I've lost my might. I miss her with all my heart right to this very day....but i guess that's the price I had to pay...I still keep some of the pictures...but now all of them look faded and disfigured...now I walk around with the fear of death in my heart...but that's only because my life is falling apart...I wish she was here with me...But now she's gone and I miss her dearly...she left without a sign or even saying goodbye...and that what really tears me up inside...the love in my heart was still there...now it's gone and i'm in despair...I hope someday she will return to me...but I guess that's something that will never be...
