• Now what?

    by  • June 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic, Yearning • 0 Comments

    If love really does indeed exist, how do we find it? Man often feels lost and alone. But even the most lost of men find love. But why do I feel like I never will? Why am I different? Why do I feel like I’m stuck in the Wood of Life in the dark without a map or flashlight? There is no North Star to guide my way. No sign. No hope. Just despair. The darkness seems to be darker then it should be. Its times like this, times where I feel weak. Times where I feel like I’m going to die in the Woods- alone.

    Why can’t you feel the same? Or anyone? Just so I don’t feel alone, sad, anything- why can’t someone else be the crying shoulder? Friend zone; I’m tired of it. I crave love. I don’t want to be weak. No one sees me like that, except you. Help me.

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