I used to believe...

I used to believe in love. How love could conquer all things, but as I have weathered and grown cynical in failure and disappointment, I have come to understand that love is just a feeling. A name for a feeling, an ideal that we assign to a foolish fairytale. An ideal we believe in when reality is too painful to live on, and hope grows scant.

I have seen love come and go. I have loved and lost, and loved again, yet I wander broken, unfulfilled.

I stopped living today. I stopped caring enough to love today. I don’t want to live life with the limitation that have been imposed upon my body. How much pain and heartbreak is one person suppose to endure before he is broken. How many times can a heart be turned out before cynicism takes root and grows like wild fire consuming even the hardiest of souls?

I guess I really am broken…
I guess I really am lost…

I don’t ask for your pity, I don’t ask for your comments, or attention.

Some things just can’t be fixed.