The year when I was seven,
Could not touch heaven.
Everything just stood still,
As I went down hill.
My grandfather died this year,
And my world just wasn't sincere.
It did not stop there,
As certain thoughts started to appear,
When I wasn't aware.
Thoughts that killed my purity,
Thoughts that would form the future me.
The me to be,
The me that I would not want to see.
The person who would make wrong decisions,
When dealing with impossible missions.
As I continued my life,
Everything stabbed me like a knife.
Who knew that every single joke,
Could make a person choke.
Every single lie,
Could make a person cry.
Everything just lost its worth,
As my sisters left this side of earth.
I became such a loner,
That made my life even colder.
Then my life took a sudden turn,
Which left me with just a burn.
I made a new friend,
Who is carrying me to the end.
She made my world brighter,
Even brighter than a lighter.
My face regained its smile,
Though it was just for a while.
As the year passes by,
All I could do is sigh.
For this diamond of ice,
Doesn't feel so nice,
As everything is as hot as spice,
Leaving me within dice.
As I am now left on my own,
To find my part to not be alone.
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Why Me?
PoetryThis story is about why I don't want to live. In the form of peoms I write my tale. To me life is a pain and no one understands what is going through my every thought.
