There is always the possibility,
that scenario I don't want to live out,
but I must for a time being.
I'm not a fan of it really.
But I chose my path recently.
And I must live with it.
I life of solitude.
To leave this life without the comfort
of another.
Maybe it's for the better,
I guess I am undeserving of such
a blessing.
The time hasn't come,
my colors have faded away,
and everyone sees
the flaws and unwanted
characteristics.
I only have myself to blame,
and sometimes I feel like
I am trapped, with no escape.
A piece of me wants to live this life alone,
where pain cannot be felt.
Where I can't be the failure I see
in myself sometimes.
The issues I have lay dormant
and I do not have the change.
But that's only a part of me.
I would rather live
something other
than this solo act.