A tragedy it is,
To desire the fate that is not available,
The need to love;
The yearn to fight a battle filled with empty,
Invisible, yet incessant;
The need to waste away in a liberty that he or she alone possesses,
That he or she alone beholds.
A **** shame it is,
To allow insanity to take over,
When it is indeed sane to feel the way you do.