I really don’t know how much longer I can do this.

I really don’t know how much longer I can survive.

I really don’t know how much longer I can continue to bite my tongue, smile and nod and act like all is OK.

There is only so much more that I think I can take before drastic measures are needed.

Living without love is painful.

Living with such hostility is more so.

Living in the shadow of such anger just drains me of life as I never know where to step.

Of course it’s all my fault I’m told. Everything I’ve done and am.

If only I hadn’t done this, or done that, things would be so much better.

But does it matter now? Everything is lost, reduced to ash and cinders.

There is no love, only anger and hate.

Such a dark place.