A part of my soul was lost today I lost a friend. Not only that but I lost my own words inside my head written down and discarded like trash. I am the trash but that's not what I mean I mean my attempts never last. Failure is never an option but always an outcome for me. Broken inside just trying to keep it together so that my outside looks okay. Yet in all this disarray everyone can see through the rose colored glass that I try to paint. Happy no that's not something I can obtain or be it's all a mistake. My life is just a laugh that people make. Nothing matters anymore because in the end we all end up six feet under where you can never escape. Just like you can't escape yourself and the reality you have made. Never give up they all say but there's never a reason why to keep going. So just end it with a period of a sentence. Soon people will forget that little scar you have made on your sink now deeper in. At last a release from all the pain and someone to finally sweep you away. Death.
