Return to Darkness

Why do we always expect to be understood?
Why do we go about trying to be nice to people.
All I ever got was a shot to the heart each and every time.
Hello hate, it’s been a while.
I’ve missed your reassuring presence within me.
I will never love.
Never again will I suffer the fool for people who wouldn’t have the mental and emotional capacity to fully understand and appreciate the real me.
I will leave them to their sorrow.
To their misguided past, to their own sorrows and their own
To their unending quest to find love.
I will turn my back on them
I will walk away…