Written July 15, 2002
Once more I write to you,
Hoping you don't feel the way I do.
All my dreams won't ever come true,
Even though they're filled with happiness and virtue.
Maybe I'm cursed to the fullest extent,
And my existence wasn't even meant.
Maybe I wasn't meant to love like everyone else.
Maybe I was meant to stay by myself.
Maybe I should separate myself from the world,
And none of my prayers shall ever be heard.
One day when I slowly die,
I doubt even one person would cry.
No one would even give me a second thought
Because of all of the happiness that I had sought.
The only person in the world who loves me is me,
And unfortunately, that's how it will always be.