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My soul is restless

My heart is broken

Every day I try to pretend it’s going to be a good day

And every day, its not

I barely eat

I do not sleep

Even in my dreams,

My soul is tortured.

Every minute

It exists.

A daily struggle.

Knowing that your life will never be ok

This is the final blow

The hit you knew you could never take

And it comes at you like a freight train

The emotional pain becomes physical

It’s just too much to take

I knew I was never destined to be happy

And there is only so long you can fool yourself

Because you realize that like everyone else in your past,

He will never love you either.

Your life is a waste

What is life without love?

Nothing.

And every day you ask yourself,

What is the point?

Why bother allowing yourself to try and be happy

When you know it’s just going to crush you twice as hard

The next time you stupidly give yourself false hope

That someone out there could actually love you.