The Road

This road,... this lonely road. 

How long have I been walking this road? 

I've seen friends and family come and go, and I still miss them all. I've never mourned their passing, because I'm not that strong. 

I've kept everyone at arms length to spare them from my self destructive nature. 

And I'm sorry for that....

Most of my life I've been a floor mat, a step ladder, a shoulder to cry on. Nothing more. Then I'm tossed aside to be forgotten, a guilty mistake. 

No moving forward, no hope, just stagnate, and dreaming.  

All I have anymore are my dreams.