Untitled #07 [Eternity For a Torment.]

Loneliness is a torment.
Solitude, once my friend now an enemy.
Am I searching for something that doesn't exist?
I'm alive but it feels like I'm dying.

Slowly my sanity is being eaten away.
Each day brings more hurt.
I see her and I know.. never.
Am I the world's practical joke?
Some experiment gone horribly ary?

My own inexperience only hurts matters more.
Paradoxes like this make me question everything.
I said my piece and received my due pain.
Something wants me to do this all over again.

Since when does emotion hurt this much?
Something so real to me, and so fictitious to her.
As with everything in my life, I was too late.
My heart is the eternal optimist,
Continually it refuses to listen to what my mind is saying.

If I really care about her more than anything,
I'll care enough to let her be happy.
Her smile is more important.
I'll live with my own hurt, as long as she never has to.

She grabs my hand and I wish she'd never let go.
I see her in my dreams and I wish I could sleep forever..
Reality once again calls me home.
Even it won't allow me a moments joy.

Nobody sees my pain but this book.