|Now dying is my goal
Author: Demon.beneath.the.yaoi2 PM
Dying is my goal...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 235 - Published: 10-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3065444
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How many tears have I cried for useless things?
How many people have I cared for but they didn't care back?
How many times must I be hurt to crumble?
How many nightmares must I suffer to realize my demise?
How many notes to everyone must I write before I finally waste away,
Into the forgotten world that I already live in?
I'm only halway there,
I'm almost where I truely wish to be...
Don't bother me,
I wish to waste away.
Mind as well do it now
Than wait for the appointed day.
I think about the way I'm treated,
In front and behind my back,
I'm the nicest person in the world,
Why would someone do that?
But when I think about it,
And actually think about me,
I wonder if I really belong,
What do people see in me?
I have what any person has
Well depression is not one.
And dreams of me dying are the happiest,
Because the life I have is done.
Though this don't seem like much of a "Note",
I warn you that it is, upon many.
And yet when I retrace my thoughts,
I'm already dead, but the look of life, I show plenty.
So how many letters must I write,
To reveal what's in my soul?
I no longer have feelings,
Now dying is my goal.