To whomever finds this note,
Life has been busy as of late,
My head has been a mess you see,
And I fear for my own fate.
To whomever finds this note,
If anyone finds it at all,
For everyone has left you see,
And no one hears me call.
To whomever finds this note,
Yes I am still alive,
But barely holding on you see,
And yet I keep pushing on to survive.
To whomever finds this note,
I am to leave this life and go away,
To a life much better than you can see,
And you cannot convince me to stay.
To whomever finds this note,
Tell them I am dead,
For I never wish to return as you can see,
And that is all I wish to be said.
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoésieThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
