The End

The mind is torn
the body is worn
Times change so fast
always hoping the good times last
but now it is all in the past

Wishes of death
uttered under my breath
My wish is sincere
I do not want to be here

I feel like a failure, pathetic
always being apologetic
It's all my fault, it's all my fault
I want it all to come to a halt.

Reviews

[MikeV]

Perfect! I have searched my brain
for the words yo.u wrote. I can relate
quite well with this piece. Keep it up, i really enjoyed the read
:)

[LaDee]

This poem is very well put together. True words are spoken. Keep writing!