life. /x/

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I'm done, I can't take it anymore
I'm on the verge of dying now.
The things that I once found joy in, 
Cause me pain and suffering.

And to know that It's because of a person,
Kills me even more.
Because this person took away everything I loved.
My friends, and my roles in life.

They took away what I meant to myself,
They took away what I thought was right,
They took away what made me happy,
They took away what gave me life.

And I don't know what I mean anymore.
I mean, they wouldn't care if I left.
Would they actually really be upset?
I doubt any of that.

This is life, and life hates me,
It's plays cruel jokes, just waiting and waiting,
For the perfect moment to take what means the most to me,
And the only thing that brings me joy, but I guess it's 

life. /x/

A/N - Elaria, again. I've been depressed out of my mind lately, and I'm sorry if this poem doesn't make sense to you, but it means the world to me. That's what counts I guess. I've just felt live I've been deprived of what means the most to me and that I'm not good enough to do any of it. It may be true, and it may not. I guess life's just testing me, again.

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