Just A Messenger – Day 3

At this point,
I know I’ll never find love again.
I mean,
I’m boring with a tendency to repent for my sins after gaining some sense,
On what’s more important in life.
And,
Most women I’ve encountered aren’t into that…

Especially,
If you’re a broken man!
Like me.
With zero dollars in a bank account to seize.
Living with family that aren’t family to me no matter what I do with a life I’d like to,
Cease.
Because,
What am I
Really?
No friends,
No money,
No drugs,
No drink,
No honey…

But,
I have no other choice but to keep moving forward.
What else can I do,
With nieces and a nephew who look towards you,
For a hug everyone refuses to give me besides them?
So,
Until then,
I will cry in silence.
I will sit in peace knowing how many pieces of my heart have been broken off by my own vices.
Endure,
I must!
Just to see them smile even if I can’t myself as I come out of hiding…
With a message for a world that is,
Dying…