All my life,

There is one thing I have longed for.
Searched for.

One thing I would have died for.

Ignoring the knife marks, etched so deep into my skin.

Where I keep the mark I've been searching for.

Alas, once more it has eluded me here in the true test.

Only bringing its self to others.

Why I wonder,

Why me?

And as I stop to ponder,

A thought pops to mind.

Not only me does it elude,

But the many poor deluded souls

That also inhabit this earth.

And as I slip from this ledge...

Luck has forgotten me again.