this wasted life.
still going through much strife.
you stay inside your bed.
wishing you and everything was dead.

for you there is no point of going on.
for everything you loved is gone.
filled with so much apathy.
all you ever wanted was to be happy.
so misunderstood.
all you wanted was to do good.
now all you want is to surrender.
this melancholic life you want not to remember.
so you find away to end it all
so you put the gun to your face.
and now death takes its place
it was so easily done
all your pain and sorrow has come undone
this feeling of relief is now replaced with regret
you can never forget.

By Melody

young bisexual pagan goth girl. struggling muscian n writer