No pleading for forgiveness that will only bring disregard. Engraved too deep in your mind, the idea of impeccableness. You strive to maintain, what the heart doesn’t desire. Your sorrow nor your pain, shall not do any good now. Hatred will only bring you deeper, into the shadows of life. Instead of dwelling on the loss of Us, remember you brought it upon yourself. You found the Great Pain, you found Me. The life that I live, is meant too spent alone and lost. Lost for the reason, of finding myself in different ways. Forlorn, as they say, in my eyes, felicity. In the picture of perfection, that you weren’t in, neither was I. In the picture of perfection, that never existed. The grass is much deader on the other side. Made in a period of a fluster. Those who you involved. Those who have no view of what I see. The crack in your heart will heal. But always remember the speed of pain is much faster than the feeling of You.