By sickeningblues- posted on
8 September 06
Death and Regret
Alone was the featured word,
Everyday of my life,
People jeered at me,
But aren't they hypocrites?
The sadness that engulfed me,
Was enough to choke a living.
People work for a goal,
All their own selfish needs.
Biased and selfish,
They don't care for anything.
I was abandoned and abused,
Yet no one cared.
I banished myself to the depths of hell,
And kept locked up in a corner of a dingy room.
My heart was dull,
And though it's still beating,
It possesed no life.
Who would save me?
The question I ask,
Every single day.
Yet nothing happened,
And I was growing frustrated.
The tears that fall like endless rain,
The sobs that echoed around me,
They sounded meaningless.
The knife that zoomed across my wrist,
Brought no pain but joy.
The feeling of freedom,
At the last minute was unexplainable.
Yet it possesed a feeling of REGRET.
And then I know,
I struggled to get away from the Gates Of Hell,
But it was too late.
I was dead.