the_ultimate_bookworm

The clouds are grey with no silver lining
          	The canary is dead, yet I'm still mining
          	
          	My life isn't important, as I've said before
          	I'm not special, so why can't death come to my door?
          	
          	Through the darkness, I try to guide
          	Demons giving the illusion of being friends at my side (no offense to my friends, just me being depressed)
          	
          	The songs are put aside
          	The ones that kept me alive
          	
          	And I would love to say goodbye
          	But I love you all so I'll have to stay and sigh
          	
          	Bad poem, really is bad this time, but I'm sure tired of being here, I'm super tired of living
          	Ignore if ye want to, but this is gonna go into my book of poems since I'm a annoying muther fucker who puts both fails and not fails at poems in that book.