Naught?

Here I am,
At my wit's end.
Tired of trying.
Slowly dying.
Wasted nights crying.
What's the use?
All I do is try.
And at the end of the day,
You can't - or won't - meet me even halfway.
So why do I love you?
Elusive reason floating
Within the confines of my skull
Like fluttering butterflies.
So what's the use?
All of this is for naught.

Reviews

[tekphobik]

Well you hit the nail on the head there. It's all so pointless, isn't it? I mean, why bother trying if all you doing is setting yourself up for failure. Definitely better to not try.