Final Destination

by Vic   Feb 16, 2006


Ever sickly, never well.
Dying slowly, no one can tell.
Beginning to hear my final bell.
Ever quiet, can never yell...

Miserable to live, life passes by.
Pain felt so much, too proud to cry.
Truth can't be seen through perfect lies.
People live fully, as I slowly die...

Hated by all, a castaway.
I await my end, come what may.
The loneliness I feel just stays.
I hurt in silence, till my final days.

Many mistakes, regret not one bit.
Acted foolish when Cupid's arrow hit.
Fell.. no one to catch me.. into a pit.
Pit snug and warm, tomb's perfect fit.

Life not enjoyed, everyday a hell.
Do nothing about it, let out a sigh.
Impending doom, I prepare to lay.
My only life... I wasted it...

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  • 18 years ago

    by rachelle

    Can you write something more happy? =) so sad but still good... i hope these sad poems are just temporary