It’s a gloomy Tuesday as the rain falls all around. The sound of church bells sums up the irony of this day; so down. Another void future, a distant horizon pulls away from me. Frozen in place; my heart is empty.
In this fragile state of mind, I just don’t have the strength to self-hate. I love to loathe, but what is the point? People walk on by as I stare at my feet; I am without a choice. Love life’s hand-break is keeping me in this state. A heart divided; I cannot give this love away.
Romance is a stranger to my life. Everybody is in love, it seems, to the one who cannot even try. Last chance I took turned into a joke. I laughed at my luck for I am a fool without hope. I trust in the failure when I fail to trust. I love my misery; it does not ask me for love.
I’m counting candles in a church; So many old flames have gone out. One day I will give up searching for love And leave you all to be happy without me… But that time is not yet now.