morbid poem

[Chet]

this is pretty morbid
but I'm bored at work

there come's a time
in every life
when you've had enough
pain and strife

as you turn the blade
and just give up
you see the blood
fill the cup

just want it to end
to say no more
reflecting back
on what you lived for

What was fun for them
was not for me
I forced a smile
so they couldn't see

the perpetual state
of misery
that no matter how I tried
I just couldn't flee

I never wanted
their sympathy
just someone who come
and talk to me

my subtle hints
they didn't heed
as I grow tired
I feel freed

as I lay down
for the last time
I think to my self
one last rhyme

years from now
will anyone care
then I take my last breath
and blankly I stare

[Ragga_Wh0re]

very nice