The other day I wished for death
Empty shell I have nothing left
So much on my shoulders
At times I wish this heart turn colder

So depressed I'm ready to leave
I think this world can do without the likes of me
Have I really hit the bottom

My mind has so many problem
There is no way for you to solve them
They keep evolving
The weight of the world
I'm tired of hauling

The future looks bleak
This pain is too unique
It's not easy for me to speak.
So I'm done
My poem is complete!

-V.v.V. Ds

Can we putter away
a hundred and more days
when all we ever wanted
is to be found at last
in this totally murky space?

Do we regret the hours
we spent together
savoring the words
that don't even matter
to anyone, anyhow
locked up hands
among the naughty crowd?

Shall we toss these letters
out our blood-stained windows
and wished for something
that hadn't caused us jitters
like a genuine touch
from a mother that really cares
but 'twas all lust
we just gave in to our fears?

How do I hate what I didn't mean to love?

Must have been wise enough to know
I could've written a better show
Just that mad to have been carried away
by your love that only crossed my way
unfortunately,
half a day.