I set out to live,
A happy life.
And I’ve always strived,
To be my best.
Until I’m told that I’m some trash,
Over and over ‘till my soul turned to ash.
I soon believed this with all my heart,
Pretended to be happy became an art.
What goes up in the sky must come down,
And my cold body was found at the break of dawn.
What caused this? One would ask.
But would never know for I wore a mask.
They never noticed how I struggled,
And always questioned what’s the trouble.
What made me happy, I do not know,
For I cannot see beyond this hole.
And others never acknowledged,
My worth and further,
Until I saw death, as my only savior.
While I was alive, I prayed and prayed,
That I could one day I could live my way,
That I could do something just for me,
And not fit the mold others wanted me to be.
Constant pressure, surrounded me,
Drowned me until I cannot breathe.
Then came a light and broke the water,
Then it gave me a brilliant offer.
My life in exchange for eternal happiness,
And I don’t have to deal with the constant sadness.
I can’t believe something so great,
And quickly ask him to take my life away.
My little death never bothered others,
For I am not enough to deserve that honor.
And here you are reading this “poem”,
Probably feeling sad or solemn.
But the thing is, that’s all you can do,
For it was people like you who didn’t make a move.
You can all sit here feeling empathetic,
But truly, you are apathetic,
And its people like you, the world’s so pathetic,
And look at people like me as a fanatic
But what is done, can’t be reversed
And you never know who you’ve cursed.
And I hope you live without regret,
And I hope this “poem” didn’t make you upset.
You never know that it was because of you,
That someone decided that they were through.
They could’ve lived a life happy as mine,
Only to find themselves hanging,
At the end of the line.
