Today is a dark day.
So dark,
in fact,
not even the words
on this very paper (screen)
can describe
the loathing
I have for
myself,
or the will
I lost
to carry on
with my miserable
life.
A day
as dark as
today
is branded with death.
A death that will be conceived as
more of a present,
rather than a punishment.
For, on a day
as dark as today,
my heart would rather
stop beating.