The Truest Sorrow

You're just about the worst person I know. In all you’re silence and mystery.

But not nearly as worse as I.

Because I ask and ask and fall into these traps and catch myself in the despicable act. Hating that I want to cry.

I'm choosing to dig myself into despair. Choosing to believe that you might still care,

but you don't,

and you won't.

Not ever again. And I can't get over that. No,

I hoped too much to let you slip away like that.

Or I hoped too much for me.

You were simply some happiness for my lonely

heart. Left unfulfilled and in self inflicted

agony.

And I walk away from Him too much.

The one who could truly bring me Joy.

Ignoring His call I stumble on.

And that is the Truest Sorrow