Things got pretty messed up,
all ignited by me.
I should have never shown up,
should've stood still like I was told to be.
This poem is not enough,
to express all my hints of regret,
gow life shook me cataclysmically tough.
Reared in a life where I often fall,
I should have chosen not to exist,
than to exist but not live at all.
From day one to omega,
pain, sobs, these were all the drama.
I was out of sight,
blinded by the illusion to see the light.
To live with elation is all worthwhile,
but to know that such things would never knock on my door,
It's even hard to smile—
it was like something I never did before.
To breathe,
that's enough.
Reared in a world where I often kill,
kill myself for what I don't have.
I took one last glance on all the things around me,
it is time.
It's quite impossible now,
to go back and hit rewind.
Seeing things run away from me,
I held one last breath,
closed my eyes,
and finally said fine.
(04/10/14)
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