All's well that's "done" well

I have tried to love with all my heart,
Though I am weak, though I may not have
The strength to provide a decent support.
Cruel, cruel obligations always set the pace,
And all that was left for me to do
Was to play catch up, knowing fully well
That, somehow I never would.
Ever so often words can be the source
Of limitless despair and sorrow.
Years of subjugation of the senses
To a higher unknown force,
That which guides destiny,
That which teaches people to hate
And despair some more.
And you have to do what you have to do,
It's what you had been doing
Through all the precious little moments
That you didn't care about,
That matters, and yes,
It matters like hell.
'Just enough' is a lot better than 'comfortably home'.
Why waste time on the process,
When only the end can justify the means?
All that matters in a binary existance,
In the world of the haves and the have-nots,
Is which side of the not-so-fine divide
You belong to.
Sometimes, in anger, the mind becomes cold,
It is then that a realisation creeps in,
That even love comes at a price,
Whatever be its nature,
Whoever you love,
Will someday, take away a piece of yourself,
And you will always know,
As I have known, when
I saw the blindman in the blind alley
Searching for his eyes.