I've been trying to write.
But every time I go to write.
I fail to bring my point across.
Even though opinions or...
Actions don't really matter.


Everytime I go to write.
I get hit with, why does it matter?
Why even try to express or feel.
Why.
Death is endless so let me rest there.


I've sunken again.
Just with one brief thought of you.
Death fills my mind.
Planing the ways to do it
Not to others. To myself.


For I never feel worthy.
I never feel I will ever love again.
Loneliness is my love now.
And here I shall reside.
Until a brighter day rises.

I'm hopeless.
With a heart full of cahos.
And a dream bigger than my being.
Headed for destruction.
In a lake of fire I am dammed to be.

Forever dreaming of a place of peace.