Another day passes by. Another attempt at love. Remains unrequited. Why do I even bother? I should have learned from the past. I am but a statue. Impervious to love. This punctured heart is mine. Becomes a handful of dust. Dust. Hope has now wilted away. Wilted. Along with these dreams. That became emptiness. A final exit becomes clear. I am self destructive. A product of this solitude. I am riddled with shards. One simple wish now dies. Was my request so great? One simple wish now dies [x3]. Was my request so great? Once again I drown in its denial. Was it so complicated? Once again. I've been. Spit upon. Taken with a grain of salt. My life is gone.