I Have No Say in Death

Partly from my point of view, but partly just creative writing.

~.~.~

Now feeling miserable
And showing the truth to the world
Wanting to become the exuberant person once more
Knowing it's fake as the day goes on
The tears are coming down my face as the sky pours beyond
As I watch sadly from the open window

I want to keep my loss a secret
A loss of happiness I once owned
But crumbling on the outside
Which shows my inside so bland
As I dig my grave day by day
In this death I have no say

~.~.~