The Death of Me

Please note: this doesn't rhyme I know but hey who cares I wrote this a couple days ago after a fight with my family and then shortly following it I had a fight with some friends so I was really down in the dumps and unless you like sad depressing hateful things this is not for you.

The Death of Me

Teen who had it all
let it all slip away.
Waiting for his call
so she wouldn't be left alone.
So much for that
because here I am
just as I was before.

A broken heart,
unshed tears,
hating myself,
throughout the years.
Wasn't I a fool?
Life. Why is it like this?
Won't it end?

As everything slips away
a teardrop forms
and on they flow.
One following the other in companionship.
That's more than I can say I have.
Guess I was always meant to be alone,
locked away from reality.

Because I will breakdown
and go insane.
Even be put where I belong.
As I crash and burn
waiting for the end
when I might find peace.
Or gain my sanity.

From living an unworthy life,
and hating every minute of it.
I have it all.
Well, you can take it all.
Just leave my pride
and an unbroken heart,
That my life has damaged enough.

So you can have everything,
except my pride and this, my only, heart.
You can cut me open
and make me feel all the pain.
But the minute you break me
and steal my heart,
is the minute you pay.

Dead or alive,
I seek vengeance.
For an unwanted child,
an unwanted hope,
and an undieing faith,
for the death of me.

Karma comes back threefold.
Like it or not,
it has plans for you.
You killed me,
and now you will suffer.
The pain of three deaths,
taking it's toll on you.

Until the very end.
When you pray to your Gods
to forgive you.
For all you have done wrong,
screaming out in pain.
Remembering how you killed me,
as you lost your sanity,
and you became like me.

Seeking guidance,
talking to yourself,
crying for no reason,
loosing your friends.
'Til your left alone,
with nothing but the pain
and the memories.

Alone in the white room.
You stand beating your fists
against the door.
Trying to free yourself
from this mental institution,
and these mental images,
that wonder through your mind.
Unable to commit suicide
because I will you to stay,
for a while longer at least.
And you die in agony
and all because of the death of me.