Existence

Another day I awaken to my lonely existence.

The pain of this reality is mind-numbing, and almost paralyzing.

My heart can not seem to conjure up any trust to spend.

I have long been unable to think of any reason to keep going.

Still, my existence goes on in torturous agony.

I have no purpose that I have found, and no faith to speak of.

I have never met anyone who truly loved me, nor did I ever feel that anyone ever could.

I suppose I have never truly loved either.

I am not the kind of girl who can blindly keep loving someone when I see a side of them of which I do not approve.

So you see, it is a hopeless cause, this existence of mine.

Though I long to find love, I know I am incapable of loosing myself to it.

I feel as though there is no one on this god-forsaken planet who could really love me anyway.

I am quite certain that I am destined to die alone and unfulfilled.