I fight daily not to become bitter. Once the bitterness surfaces then there will be a flood of darkness I fear will be too strong for me to control. Perhaps, humility is purest form of strength. I hate knowing that the sadness across my face is causing pain with those who love me. I could quickly end it all with few simple words but I know I would loose my heart completely and my soul deserves much better. I feel for as much happiness I can receive, his force just enjoys crushing it. I know this is not what love is, or at least not the kind of love for me.