I am sick of your succubi
I am sick of the treachoury
I am sick of perpetual loneliness

I find something or someone new to care for, and as quickly as it appears, it is torn from me. Do the Gods relish in my suffering? Do the Fates laugh at my expense? In my short time on this forsaken rock, I have dealt with things no person should have to. I will not say I've endured more then another, there are those poor souls who have endured, and witnessed attrocities no being, no person, no Deity, should have to. Yet I can't help but ponder why I am plagued with a heart that feels nothing, and feels to much all at once. I once had a wall, it protected me from the outside, and protected the outside from my twisted self.
I find that I'm continually compelled to rip out my own heart, and spit on it. Forbidden from joy.

I am forsaken
I am lost
I am alone.

Must it always be so?