The Sadness That Is

The hour has turned late
When I wondered deep in my
restless mind,
How can a life be so complicated?
Why I am the only one to try?
Not the only one to just need to do
or to say about anything
at all.

I am drowning in vanity
Laced with the sadness which I
do not expected!
I hate, but in the same time
I love,
Peculiarities had been long
Thrust in my soul
And I waited for it to disappears,
Yet the waiting is going on
Too long.

I cannot wait and be wasted away
I need something new
Enough that I have sacrificed for you
Everything, anything I hold dear,
But no more
I say.

Gratitude seem far away,
while hatred only harbors evil,
But I would like to express this,
You were a dear friend,
A light from the start,
but darkness in the end.