End

To love someone that's unavailable is like walking around with a blade through you heart.

Everytime you see the person, the blade sinks further into your flesh.

Bleeding out, the end is nothing but a  slow and painful death. Oddly, with a smile on my face because that's all I wanted was to see your face.

Pulling the blade out now and seeking for help is a cry that none can hear.
It's pointless, I was doomed from day one.

For once in my life, I was ready to do everything and whatever in my might to pursue the person I love.

Loving someone is a great feeling.
But receiving back that love is everything.

So here I am, with a blade in my chest, waiting for the end to come.