The Diary of Life

Am I living a lie?
Or is this fiction?
The overwhelming trail of sadness
Fills my blackened heart

Am I doing the right thing?
Believing a fairy tale that would never come true
Or am I just causing pressure to build up
And let the steam turn to fire

Where did I go wrong...?
Thinking love is only true once in a blue moon
Truth be told
I doubt love will ever find me
In a hole full of treachery and disgrace

The love that was once peaceful
Turned to sorrow and hate

Is this love?
Or is this hate?

I feel I have failed you
Because I could not live up to your expectations
Because I have turned to a book of deception

The pain is more treacherous
Than anyone could ever understand
The tears that roll down
Is the pleasure of failure?
The page in our book has turned blank
Without words to describe what could happen next

Does this mean there’s nothing left?
Or must I become the author
And continue writing…
Or leave it blank...?
For someone else to write in your diary
The diary that came to an end

The fear of what I have felt
Has come true…
The thought of both of us
That was never meant to come true
My heart is in need of repair
And your glue ran out
And turned brown
Crusted over and shattered

I don’t know what else I can do
Because you’re not here
To hear my cry
And whimper into the night

I wish you the happiest of trails
Because my heart can’t take anymore
Of your neglect

I fear my time has come
Because I have waited
So long to hear these words from you:
“I Love you too” back…

What turned the milk sour?
Has needed to be replaced
With something that would never go bad
Even after the expiration date

Something that would last
But, it would never come
No matter how many gallons have been gone
There’s nothing left…