Stories of My Life

Into The Abyss

Forever alone.

My dreams are the subconscious embodiment of my yearning for love.

I wish, so badly, that my dreams would become a reality.

I wish that love was true and real.

I wish that it existed for me.

As the days pass, I see everyone find their moment of happiness in someone's arms.

I know I must not covet that which I can not have and do not know about, but just once, I would like to know what love is.

What does it feel like?

How does it feel to exchange hearts with someone?

Trusting each other to not let them drop.

Even a summer love would do me good.

I may be independent, but that does not mean that I don't feel.

I feel the jealousy.

The rage.

The hurt.

The simple fact that I'm still the only one who has yet to experience true love.

My heart bleeds from the cuts that so many have made.

And people wonder why I'm so mean?

I need someone to heal me.

Not just patch me up and send me on my way.

Take the time to nurse me back to health.

Love me.

Someone please love me.........