Me

Torment

Day in and day out,
I suffer through what I call Hell.
It's a never-ending battle between
myself, and the world.
I try.
I try so hard to maintain what I believe is life.
I try to be there.
I'm never enough.
Never will be 'enough'.
Theres nothing.
"I don't care. Everywhere I go, I seem to break things."
I know that from somewhere,
and it's relateable.
I hate this.
I'm left.
It's always about the other person.
It's never "Are you okay? Do you need me right now? I love you, be safe..."
Just them, them, and them.
I dont blame anyone anymore.
I only blame myself.
I blame me for what happens to me.
I've loved a lot.
I've cried a lot more.
I've seen hurt,
and I've seen passion.
I've seen betrayel.
I've seen a lot go on.
But I, I cannot go on.
This is War.
My head is War.
Torment and hate.
Two things I'll only ever know,
unless there's a spark of hope.
Somewhere.
Someday.
Some time.
Some way.
Goodbye.