I am not in Hell, but simply

Sitting in this not-so-subtle seclusion,
And hoping for someone, something
To take me out of it.

Lovers lost to lovers,
Living in lucid loss of the love
That allows life to persist...

Just a thought. I always have an out, after all, but what would that solve?

The pain would be gone, like the lover I lost
And I wouldn't have to wake up alone every day.

I am glad for her, truley. I am glad she doesn't have to endure this fantastic and unrelenting hurt.

I guess the pain is good though... it lets me know I am still alive.

A misunderstanding. A mistrust. These things, I've found, are most devastating in the bounds of love. She doubted... and left.

So, here I am, writing these words in an attempt to forget about her, yet she is the topic at hand... I can't escape it.

I can't think, I can't feel,
I can't love...

If the girl I speak of is reading these words, and you know who you are, I truley do hope you are happy. I hope that you are not in the same agony, the same struggle, or the same pain as I. I hope you've found what you were looking for. I hope that you finally see how beautiful you are. I hope you can make it in this life. That will at least make one of us.

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If I don't make it, don't worry about me.

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Hell would be far better than where I am now.

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