I feel nothing but pain
and heart break.
I see nothing but darkness
and the light of her radiance.
I dream ofnothing
but her.
She feels bothing for me
but annoyance.
She see's in me only
worthlessness.
She dreams of nothing
but my non-existance.
So pure. So radiant.
So soft and utterly perect.
Not a drop of insignificance;
unlike me.
The world, humanity, religion, war,
when compared to her
all are insignificant.
Just like me.
I would have died for her.
I will die for her.
When there is no alternate route
to my undeserving happiness.
Love sucks.
The lack of it is somewhat reassuring,
to my insignificant.
It is a pain
only blood can eliminate.
But all the blood in my veins
compared to her,
is insignificant.
Just like me.
I am now full of emptiness,
of insignificance.
Of loning for her touch.
But yet, through all the pain,
the inevitablility of her hate, towards me
hurts the most.
The fact she avoids contact with me
hurts me in ways I never thought possible.
But all the pain I ever suffer
compared to the pain of losing her;
is insignificant.
Just like me.
I loathe myself
I loathe all I ever was
I loathe all I will ever be
because the only place I belong is
in the ground.
I hope she is happy in sime wierd way
it will help; my insignificance.
her happiness will aid my depression
and make me rot away.
Forever. I will suffer
in the memory. Of her touch,
her smell, her kiss, her warmth.
Her radiance. And thinking of her aides
int the discovery of my insignificance.
I can't say that I blame her.
If I could, I'd leave me too.
I'd find some strange joy in watching
me suffer.
Did it give her joy?
Did she long for my pain?
Or is my feeling, my very being;
Insignificant to her.
It is to me, if it matters.
Which it doesn't. I already know this.
Why must the one girl whom I love
dislike me.
Oh wait, it is because I am
Insignificant.
And she hates me for it.