It seems circumstance placed me here
I feel at peace...
Failure
That was all that I faced
Victory was something I could never taste
They offered their condolences
Their "heart of gold" killed me
Is it my right to be happy?
To not be shunned and taken advantage of?
My tendencies are my disease
Apathy is a deadly drug
Through doing nothing, my life-force was sucked
Wanting to die is a wish not a promise
But if the Duke of Death is calling
Who am I to deny him
I barred myself from love
Banned myself from kindness
As I gently removed my crown of thornes
I volunteered for happiness
If my tendencies are my disease, than death may be the way for me...
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Heart
PoetryJust a collection of poems I've wrote. Assuming that I don't stop writing poetry, then it won't be done anytime soon.
