Waste

Such a waste. It is for naught.
The greatness in what could have been has been polluted and the poison used is of your choice and your making. Your choice is no choice at all. It is folly. Such a waste. Creating havoc and squandering my fidelity on a whim.
I am tired. I am despised, their hate weighs upon my heart have become exactly what you made me when you spoke my name into existence. I am hated. I am tired of being hated. The people make sport of me, I am ridiculed. I have lost heart. There is no fight left in me. Decay. If only I was as the carcass left in the road my life would be easier and the burden lighter. I dream now only of death and my nightmare is living. My loved ones abandoned me to the ones that desired my heart and partook in my demise. They are co conspirators in that they both reject me and with no home to call home and no friend to call friend I find the end. I have come to rest and finding no rest I find paradise. Inanimate and breathless I realize I am waste. Spiritless, I Wasted away