here comes the bitter end to what i thought could have been sincerity

and it's empty and cold.
So a reflection, actually.
I send  you my love
I care for you so much and I am delicate with you.
but...
I am a screaming heart
being muffled and drained by indifference and the sound of bitter static
I love you madly
I want to hold you when you cry and make you *** and sigh..
yet I feel like a fool when I do this all
and I draw and I draw forever....
When there's no wool from you to keep me warm and no warm returns of my letters.
The inside of my chest is becoming hollow because I gave too much.

the average person can only remember 60% of what happened to them the previous day but I can still recall the way my hands lingered on your back and how it took me the whole night to muster up the courage to approach you and the way I couldn't stop smiling and I guess all I want to say is that I still feel the same as I did months ago

We all make sacrifices to survive in this world
Many in which we regret to the very end,
But we lie to ourselves saying it's for the greater good
Even when we know there is no greater good in what we're doing
For there will never be a greater good when making costly sacrifices,
But I guess that's where the philosophy "you win some, you lose some", comes from
If that's the case why are we fighting
No matter what do so many people will get hurt
Does it make it any better since we're trying to survive
In this chaos is there really a good guy,
Or are we all just the villain in disguise
Which begs one to wonder what if everything we believed in was a lie
And we're all just part of some elaborate scheme to eliminate ourselves
What if our true purpose was to die
Would you take a life to save your own,
Only postpone your own demise
So the only real question left to ask is
What if...?