I don't exist

I don't exist because:
I go out of my way to help people and instead of being grateful they keep demanding more. Then when I am finished with doing for them, they are finished with me.

I don't exist because:
When I am hurt and used and betrayed those that I thought were my true friends still laugh and play and want to hang around with the person who hurt me.

I don't exist because:
I give all my love but when I cry it goes unoticed.

I don't exist because:
Those that I trusted and I thought loved me turn their back on me when I need them the most.

I don't exist because:
No one really cares if I'm ok.

I don't exist because:
It is to much effort for anyone to really love me.

I'm glad I don't exist. If I did the pain would be to much...

There is no path through the dark, forboding thicket

There is something comforting about the warmth of your own blood drenching your skin. There is something comforting about the sleepy eyed drowsiness of being drained of your life.

but...

There is nothing that compares to the comfort of being loved unconditionally and being touched in such a way that words from the most competent poet could never describe.

For you that have touched me in this way... I will have a smile for you even thru the darkest hours, even thru the pressing pain... I will take from myself my heart to offer, hold it out to you and never doubt your loyalty... I will never leave you