My Mind
Nothing is right
Everything falls apart
A neverending fight, t
that always ends in a broken heart
The solution, it seems is simple.
Eliminate the pain,
kill that small dimple,
and take away the rain
Feeling dead and hopeless,
a young soul resides
Feeling like nothing more than a mess
waiting for death to eliminate the lies.
A desire to give up takes hold,
useless and unable to fit the mold.
It's time now to sink to the bottom
of this pit of sorrow
My flesh will become rotten
and I promise I will not wake up tomorrow.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world