Loneliness

Sometimes
The darkness gets to me.
I cry,
Thinking this is what my life will be.
Unwanted.
Untouchable.
Unlovable.
I've done things I'm not proud of.
They are all a part of my past,
who I used to be. I've grown.
Evolved.
No matter what,
I see what no one else does.
Maybe they do, and out of pity
they say nothing.
Whore
Slut
home wrecker.
Sadly,
I have had all these labels.
It's not who I am anymore,
No matter what,
It's a part of who I have become.
My past.
My experience.
My lesson.
My Failure.
Love given, not returned.
Darkness
Loss
Despair
Loneliness.