Silent Shrines

I've lost everything.

My home. My family. My honor. My throne. Everything.

And from where I'm sitting on the edge of both this cliff and my sanity, I'm starting to doubt my entire life.

I've never done anything I don't regret now. Maybe if I'd tried a little harder; maybe if I'd done just one thing differently - any one thing...but I didn't.

Which has brought me here. Homeless. Heartless. Hopeless. And for what? So I can remind myself again that I'm not good for anything? Because I know that. All my life, everyone I've ever known has made sure that if I learned a single thing, it should be this - I am a failure.

And that cold, bitter truth has finally dragged me out here; has me staring down this rocky shrine to all things meaningless, down to the thoughtless waves I so badly want to throw myself into. Because there's nothing left here for me. Because I'm sick of this everyday torture.

Because I've lost everything.

A/N: Not my best writing ever, but besides "Cut Apart the Moon" I haven't been able to get anything written. Shame on me, I guess...please review. Flames are fine.