my path

My yearning is to help you, but I see now what went wrong. Did I ever stop to ask if you even wanted my help? No, failing to show the simplest of courtesies. I tried so hard to help without ever once questioning my actions. Should have know better by now, what is worse than a friend too arrogant to realize when his help is not wanted. Now, I stand-alone. My help was sincere, but for the worst reason. Wanting, no needing someone I looked to fill that need. So selfish; now, I endure, searching for my path. On it alone will be the truth I need. Looking to start, I stumble in such darkness.