Excuses

It is not like any of this mattered, 

Everything always ends the same.

Any attempt to change the future,

Is futile,

There is always a reason,

Though they all sound the same.

And it kills me that it is the only reason that I hear,

Because it is beginning to sound like an excuse,

An excuse to not break me,

Even though you are breaking me.

An excuse to excuse you from being near me,

Even when your not near me.

An excuse for yourself,

In order to not fool yourself.

An excuse because you know what you want, 

But are afraid to take the risk.

An excuse,

That is all any reason is,

An excuse.