I Didn't Give Up On Life, It Gave Up On Me

Trying to compose a letter. One that most likely will be ignored if its even recieved.

I write then just stop. Too much emotion. I want it to be blunt without being hurtful. Honest without being harsh.

I want it to mean something but i know i cannot write words of power and magic. Paint portraits for the blind. Compose music for the deaf..all while being blind and deaf yourself.

I give up. Our worlds touched momentarily. I lost a lot of myself when the walls went up. I dont know if you lost anything or even cared.

I cant help anyone anymore as i dont have the energy. None comes in.

Im old and tired. Life always wins in the end especially when you fight it all the time.