They Whisper

Writing something that cannot be expressed,
it all seems so futile.
I've tried so many times
while thousands have tried before.
The feeling of potential failure,
or potential success.
I have only known the former.
Stomach churning, hands shaking,
a simple statement never meant so much,
held so much at stake.
Regardless of the outcome,
this must be said.
The feeling you know,
but cant be described.

I swear she is denying her destiny.
Because I've felt it so long and even feel it here afterwards.
She lives for another while my heart is dying for hers.
What is wrong with me?
Where have I failed?
Obviously everyone sees it but me.
They whisper.
They know what happened.
They knew before what would happen.
Why doesn't someone warn me?
Association would be suicide.
So they whisper and will continue.
As I fade like a picture of someone they once knew.