The Pain That Was Life

Sometimes it seems life comes crashing down,
All around the world is falling apart.
You want to be real, but you are a clown,
Everything you do only breaks your heart.

Your life is some sort of horrible joke,
Never ending, nor letting you go free.
You try to fix up your life, but you choke,
And all you can think is: this is not me.

Your life is spiraling out of your hand,
You close your eyes and wish it all away.
You do not know how much more you can stand,
It is like a dream that will always stay.

Until one day, life finally lets go,
The pain that was life, you no longer know.

A/N: I think a little explanation should go with this poem. First of all, it is my attempt to write a sonnet, a school assignment. The story behind the poem is that recently my uncle died. He led a good life for a long time, a very generous and caring man, but as he got older, he got mixed up with some bad people. He turned to alcohol and as an alcoholic he drove his family away. He tried to sober up, but he was so depressed that one night he just drank himself to death.