Worse way out

I speak often of a broken heart
But I orchestrate my own failures

I seek love from those out of my reach prayer they will see beyond what is obvious and evident a take in what lies within

I am sought out by those who dwell in the shadows for they fear the truth that exist in the light, and some inside is weaken by the allure of saving a soul that often leave me hurt in the end

I am a balance of who I am and what I am, but I can never convey the whole picture beyond thumbnail on a screen.

I say all this hoping it falls upon fates ear and it is seen fit to correct this wrinkle in her tapestry, because they worse way to die is not drowning, being murdered, or diseased it is actually leaving this world alone not having ever know love in this life