Memories beginning to fade away, disappearing into the shadows. The good times seem to have left, leaving behind an empty soul. My heart of gold is beginning to tarnish, I find myself no longer wanting to care, I want to break free from this heart that binds me to them. As I look upon a starry night, I lie in wonder, thoughts of ridding myself of them linger. I fear I am losing what I am. Or is it I am not meant for this? I attach myself to them and like parasites they eat away at my soul. I feel as if it is not long before I breakdown and end up hurting them, speaking false words out of anger and repressed emotions. Hidden emotions oppressed, for they are not who I am. Yet they are slowly beginning to rise. I don’t want to feel this, but the heart will do what it does without thought. I am only human, I can’t change how I feel. I love them all so dearly, I really do, but I feel as If I am beginning to fall apart because of it. I only wish I could exhibit some inhibition, some way of drawing the line. But my heart can not, will not stop, I feel it is my duty to be the man that I am. The gifts of an Empath, the curse of having it. I get angry with myself for wanting such things, how can I even thing of letting them go? Everyone deserves to be cared for and loved unconditionally, right? I suppose this is the price I must pay. I can give up the my gift For in my heart I know it is better to keep doing what I feel in my heart I must, then let them all down.
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