Love lost.

I don’t know what i want, but it’s not in the shape of two, so from now on this is me without you. if home is where the heart is, i moved out long ago, and if “love conquers all” then why not send love to war? i’ve made my bed, dug my grave…etc, time to sleep. i am nothing in this world, it don’t owe me shit, the most i have done is managed to exist. i am a ghost, denying a being with purpose their rightful place in line. i have nothing left to offer you, love lost…story of my life. I no longer wish to struggle in the company of friends…what friends?…strangers. Time has taught me not to show weakness, but i have lost the will to remain strong, and weakness is not an ally i wish to befriend. My confidence has been eroded, the need to walk with my shoulders back and head held high is yet but another challenge, i have lost the desire to face future challenges. I’ll scuff my feet, and hunch my back. i’m leaving this place, with no intention of turning back.