The Game

Drained,

Of hurting souls which don't deserve,

Breaking hearts severely,

Stabbing continuously,

Not knowing how delicate,

And fragile it is.

Exhausted,

Of creating destruction,

Devastation and grief to the naive,

Of mercilessly abandoning,

Crushed hearts astray,

In a black hole of hopelessness.

No longer can I see,

No longer can I feel,

No longer can I comprehend,

What love is supposed to be,

Is it a mere gamble of hope;

Or playing safe in the ball game.

Is it okay to hurt,

By loving aimlessly; blindly?

Or is it okay to move on,

By creating scars on hearts;

That love sincerely?

Though I play it safe,

The burden I carry is no less,

Than the pain of being betrayed,

As the thought of;

Dimming people's light,

Extinguishes mine.

I'm lost in the abyss,

The sight of mine slowly blurs,

The light if mine slowly dims,

And the soul of mine;

Slowly dies.