Why? Why must I wallow in dread and misery while I have so much to offer?
Why is it so hard to see the diamond in the mud, only to complain that it hurts because you trampled on it so!?
I have tried being myself, shy and reserved as I am. I have tried to be outgoing and charming, trotting like a damn show pony amongst the mules.
Love is dead, love is false. Why should I believe in an ideal that is corrupted so?
Am I so far removed from the possibility of finding someone that cares for me? Why is it that smart, beautiful women are attracted to those that treat them like dirt? Abusive alcoholic boyfriends, cheating wicked tongue snakes alike.
Why cant a man that treasures life and comes to help the less fortunate and treat women proper find someone willing to put up with his bullshit and be treated like a queen?
What the hell is wrong with you women? Here I sit naked and alone, crying and calling for you! Can you take the time to see your own self destructive ways?
Nay! Nay I say! I have held in my arms victims of such a travesty and still they leave me to skewer themselves once more on the fire spit.
I wait for you to return home, I wait for you to come to your senses. Open arms held high for all to see! Why must the deadweight of this world fall on that which is beautiful and right?
Is it too late to call upon love? Is love dead? Never have I seen such a thing that has not been trampled in the dirt.
The butterfly caught by the spider, the tulip swallowed by the weeds. Why cant we understand?