Justanotherpoem

My every attempt is cursed to

fail, same as my life has gone

down the gutters for who

would stop and and see who longs

for death? Who would realize

that the pain is too much to bear,

when all that can be heard are lies?

Who in their right minds would dare

to care? Certainly not the monster in

my heart filling my essence and soul

with pain and death. Why is it such a sin

to want to die? To want to listen to the call

of the demons in our hearts? Is this why

we all crave death? Because we’ve been

pushed away from it? They begin to cry

as they see it’s too late, they had a chance, when

the time comes, we all will leave. We all will die,

but the question is, why? Is it so wrong to leave?

We will all die, all disappear. It’s a lie.

You will never see, will never believe.

Good bye.