Fatal Wound

This wound will not heal, it's become a empty space so voracious to be filled that it's begun to devour me.  No matter how much it takes, the bits of me do nothing to fill this void.

People who have never had to be lonely in there entire lives give the best advice on how I should deal with being lonely.  It's like taking advice about playing the violin from a fish.

The joke really is pervasive.  I was told that being a good person would result in better rewards in life than the cheap thrills of being a bad man.  As it turns out good guy's don't finish.

I've never hurt more than when I realize that the pain is never going to stop.  I don't want to live my life waiting for a salve that won't come or only comes when I'm too far gone to be healed by it.  What's the point in drinking the kool-aid when the message wasn't for me after all.  Is the only cure to my wound the sweet sleep that will take us all?  God I hope that that will finally take my pain away.