Blue's Poetry

Dead Man Walking

I never liked emotions

I never wanted anyone to get hurt

I didn't want to start a commotion

But I don't want to drive you in the dirt

I can't seem to finish what I started

I can't seem to help stop those that hurt

My friends all have their problems

But I'm just overworked

I do so many things

And try to balance my friends apart

One against the world is against the odds

But were not all without our flaws

I didn't want to be perfect

I didn't want life to pass me by

But I have nothing to strive for

And I don't know what I'm fighting for

Every day is a struggle in this war

I'm all alone on the battlefield

And I'm fighting for my useless life

When will there be an end to all this strife

When will my luck finally run out

When will I die and go to hell

When will my friends see I'm far too gone

This life I'm living is in a hollow shell

I only hold on to help others and to make sure all is well

When my friends are all gone I'll still be here

Slowly dying in earth's atmosphere

I want to go but I hold on

Death is too good for me

So I still live on

I live my life to help others

But I'm filled with greed

I always get what I want

My good luck gets me far

But it's not what I ever asked for

It stinks to find my friends get the short end of the straw

And I'm always just so far off

How can I give my luck to them

So they can be happy and live life well

Even if I go to hell