Let it be the last day that I try to live this way all this speculation of me has got me to feel this way. Ive spent years alone it makes me feel in a grave cause to all this bullshit Ive become a slave. And my happiness just decayes. For close to a decade now Ive yet to tell someone my name. Ive yet to make it rain. Ill never find a partner as strong as me. If she roamed this earth she is here no more I wont look another day. For Im the chosen lonely one and the creator wants it that way. I get disrespected by cowards who are meant to live this way. But what have I done to be the cast foresaken one waiting to be buried in clay. For the woman in the world today I no longer want to chase. To feel unattractive is my convicted case. The smile is on the outside but not inside my face. The hunger for true love. Id rather not taste. For in solitaire alone is my final place. If you feel the same you need to keep your pace. For its all about attention now and your always in a race. I find it funny how the cheaters and liars always end up happy with the partners and their lifes. And the ones who got hurt in the mist become the pathetic ones. Never to return to the same they were before. Sacrificial persons used to step on to get where you need to be. But for them trust never rebuilds that easily. I talk to no one. When I know I need the opposite. I work even when I know Im tooken advantage of. I lend my hand to those who I know I cant trust. The creators people are still enslaved here. And how many hundreds if not thousands of years before it returns the faith to the people?
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 01:30:48 +0000
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