Poetry

Game

Rippling though time
Wasting away
My life has been nothing more than a game
A losing game
A game where I will never win
A game filled with my disappointments
A game that had become too hard to bare
Love comes and goes
Hate sticks
Sticky and poison
Wraps around my soul
Fills me with rage
Anger builds inside of me
I want to kill her
I want her gone
I need her gone
In order for me to be happy
For the clouds to die
She needs to
But I can't bring myself to do it
So instead
I'll do it to myself
Everyone will be happier this way
So this is my last
Contribution to your life
Your game
My death