You're writing went down the drain
Love failed and success is the new daily and joy is pain.
You're ugly and alone at your funeral.
Insecurities outside,
You're confidence dies.
Welcome to your own funeral.
Here lies your heart guess the feels weren't that deep.
Now down six foot deep.
Guess you couldn't dig it,
All because of horrible spirit.
Maybe the next life you'll have a better funeral.
Oh wait agony is for an eternity filled with your own mistakes and regrets.
Might as well hold on to whatever use to be left.