Death is coming
It's coming fast
No use in running
Life wont last

But while you still have your freedoms
Before that day
Make peace with your demons
Before you burn away

Has anyone else been fighting a war they keep losing?
Fighting and fighting, with little difference?
Change of tactics, change of mind, change of though.  
That changes the mind to a unknown prison you can't escape?
That in the end, causes a change of person that you don't recognise when you look on the mirror and repeatedly asked; "What am I?" to no avale?
Or am I just a forgotten soldier, sent to die, in this war?

Alone
Sometimes peaceful
Sometimes loud
Sometimes sad
Sometimes good
Lonely is different
Lonely is bad
And scary
Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe,
Loneliness suffocates

for the first time
since the last time
i think i stopped missing you
today.

So he stood there with nothing left to see,
on the edge of the roof
looking down to the street.
seeing the flickering lights of cars,
seeing all the meaning less rush.

Looking at the clock one more time,
thinking about what he left behind,
his family friends,
and all the faces he could think.

Just like the sun he tried to shine,
burning himself he tried to give light.
helping the family and friends,
Only a little acknowledgment he wanted to feel.

slowly he realized life wasn't fair,
He will never get anything here.
thinking about life made him depressed
he searched for friends
But only loneliness he could get.

He forgot to love himself,
now he is standing by the edge.
He  smiled and smiled a tears of joy.
Finally he will kiss the death goodbye.

Love
is a never ending poem
written in erratic lines
which mostly doesn't
but sometimes rhymes.