Ending a Nigthmare
I’m just done……..
This world, this life…..
I want to die.
In my grave to lie.
This world is going to hell,
In case you can’t tell.
This pain, this strain
It drives me completely insane.
No one really cares,
Or ever really did.
No family to close,
No one loves me the most.
Fake shadow of a,
Imitation life.
Thinking he at least,
At least,
At least,
At least………………………………………
HE WOULD CARE.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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