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

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