Thrice his love has been confessed
Thrice his love has been rejected
Twice twere a false love
Once twas a true love
He is a fool.
He is Fate’s fool.
I will always be alone.
His self-esteem non-existant
To be sociable is non-attainable
However, suicide non-optional
For Fate’s everlasting fool.
As long as she has a prosperous future, I can hold on.
The fool puts his love’s happiness
Ahead of his own
For he thinks his own life cannot continue
Until her life is secure,
Even if that future does not contain
That poor fool in her life and heart.
This is a lie,
A fool lying to himself,
To gain false self-confidence.
It hurts.
The fool repeats these words
O’er and forevermore.
He thought his confession third
Would hurt the least.
However, Fate made certain
To once more break his little fool into pieces.
True love is worthless
When the feelings confessed cannot be returned.
The pathetic fool has been harassed
By Fate his entire life.
So much anguish this fool has felt,
That not once has he cried
Throughout all the sorrow from this very tale.
I have no tears left to shed.
One may feel pity for the fool,
But Fate never allows him to notice.
He shall always be alone.
He shall always be alone with his pain.
Such is his fate.
Such is my fate.