Wishing we had said things to those we care for yet never opening our mouths for fear of rejection and pain. Knowing now so many years later, that just maybe this cycle of life may have turned out better and different if we had just not been so scared.
There are those days I ask myself just what it is that keeps me here in a world so full of chaos and hatred. Never finding that ove it seems every one around me has in their life. Asking just what it is I have done that was so wrong, that I am to suffer with loneliness.
I see those around me so happy and ful of life, yet for me, there is nothing even close to that. Only bouts of depression and a loneliness that truly hurts worse than any bullet penetrating the skin and bone could ever do with my mere piss poor existence.
So just maybe one of these days, when the sun finally decides to shine brightly over head, I can find that peace of mind and love that my heart and soul has now searched so very long for. Until then I guess I shall keep on as I am, the loney hermit who stays to himeslf.
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