blossoms

nothing comes free in this world. not pain, agony or even sacrifice. ive lost most given up on the rest, and still wonder what tomorrow holds. there is something that makes people strive for tomorrow. i have no desire, no want or need. i simply wonder. will you be here with me. will there be strangers among us. will it all be worth what was lost. i doubt that. i dont believe in that anymore. ive lost my way and intend to stay. im happier lost. im content being lost. im okay. stop wishing for my return. youll be long dead, if not by my hand, than another. ill stain your grave with blood before giving in to your nonsense. ill be estatic with that news. ill run to your home and throw bricks at your door. but youll never have me. youll never see me. for in the end, you truly dont want to accept.