Ive Never Had Any Interest At All

Its Not Just A Smile Of Momentary Happiness. When It Disappears From My Face, It Will Stay With Me.

But Love Is Different For Every Person. For Some It's Hate, For Some It's Joy, For Some It's Fear, For Some It's Jealousy, For Some It's Torture, For Some It's Peace. For Some It's Everything.

I Close My Eyes And I Take A Deep Breath And I Think About My Life And How I Ended Up This Way. I Think About The Ruin, Devastation And Wreckage I Have Caused To Myself And To Others. I Think About Self-hatred And Self-loathing. I Think About How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

I Listen To The Tick Of An Unseen Clock Marking Moments Of Time Long Passed.

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.