It seems the days of honor are gone. Nobility no longer exist, chivalry is dead. Honesty means only telling a small part of the truth but neglecting to deliver the final blow that will break a man in two. Time and time again we poor our hearts out to be stepped on, crushed and mutilated until there is nothing left except a hollow body that is just there waisting space and converting the air into poison. It is funny how the only thought to come to mine is that of tears. Tears that until this point meant something. Now all tears do is make the face sticky and the head ache. My tears are dried up now. I am lifeless and there is no longer a happy thought to share, a phone call never received, a time to ponder on and smile. My honor is gone, I no longer care of that of the faint hearted or for that which has pulled the breath out of my body and made me bleed inside. Only a second will come and go of loves lost. But that is all that will ever be available anymore. Hope is lost, and there will never be honor anymore. If honor shall return I am not sure that I will be strong enough to bare its responsibilities nor even care to accept it in my life now or ever. If it returns and I accept it as my life's choice, then it will have to be heaven or hell for that may be the only place that honor may still live on. My honor is gone and no one can bring it back. No one has the power to bring honor back especially myself. My honor is gone...