Final Writings

Book I'll Never Write

I always think of the book I'll never write.

Alł the chapters filled with words that bled from my heart.

The story that brought tears and laughs.

The words that danced across my mind, written on smooth paper.

Nobody would know this story.

Nobody would see the ending.

I've tried to write it, but it didn't seem right.

The story couldn't be the way I wanted.

I always think of how I could change it.

How it could be better.

But my mind can't control the hand that writes how this story will be.

I think of this book I'll never write, but I know how it ends.

This story is my life.

It ends in death.

Death by my hand.

The one that never wrote how it was suppose too.