As time passes, memories flicker like a flashlight that is fighting to keep its' strength. My senses are vivid; I don't want to feel. Thoughts; I wish I could forget. But you won't.

Why do people hear my mumbles... but never my full sentences?
Why am I never good enough for anyone or anything?
I try so hard... so hard that it hurts sometimes...
Well... most times actually.
All I ever do is try, nothing more nor less.
It's not like I'm capable of doing it anyways...
Well... I am capable... I just haven't gathered myself to commit to anything just yet.
Why is it so hard to be accepted in this world?
One day, I won't have to try anymore. I won't even have to worry about it...
Until then...  I just hope to forget what "love" should be...
And believe the reality of it.

Heart of glass... slipped and shattered.

Beauty, is not what is here...
it is what is lost.

Leave me here
On the floor
Reaching out
Wanting more
Watch you leave
Through that door
From my soul
My love, it poured
I called your name 
But what's that for? 
As you left
My heart had tore
Because you are my lover 
And I was your war

How many more sad poems do I have to write before I accept the solution?