untitled.

My world has become nothing,

But a constant circle,

Of disappointment and

Heartbreak.

Why is it that we make,

These promises when,

They are never for-filled.

Every living soul, fades to nothing,

but let downs.

As I sit quietly,

My mind begins to whisper,

The things I fear to hear.

Cruelest of words.

With only me to blame,

For believing them all.