Journal

Tired of being sucked until I'm nothing but a dry, hollow shell.
Sick of people looking in the mirror and only seeing themselves.
Done with giving and giving with no return.
Hurt at being left to fend for myself.
Wished someone would look at my reflection and see me, and not the mask I wear.
Hope that one day family will be there.
Prays that the one-person revolving universe will burn in hell.
Dream of souls trying harder to make a connection.
Thinks of leaving it all.
Fights to continue dreaming when clouds close in.
Looked for the horizon that never comes.
Realizes that life has faded.

And asks for a new beginning....