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Poetry News Post #1942

My Poem

Written by: Maldaathi Kestral Coldraven, Squire of Mhaldor
Date: Monday, July 12th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Hello everyone, I like to write and stuff but all my poems I thought
were to depressing to put here. Someone saw my latest one and convinced
me to post it, it's really depressing but good...Hope ya like it...It's
called The End
Why is life such a pain?
I feel my heart has nothing left to drain

Everyday comes more though of suicide
yet again my soul has burst out from the inside

As I lay in my bed becoming more and more weak
I wouldn't be surprised if it all ended within a week

Rolling down my cheek is my final tear
No longer will I have anything to fear

I try to reminese on all the good times
But they always seem to end with someone asking if I was fine

No longer will I betray the people I love
Death looms over me, grasping me with his black glove

I try to live for the future, to leave the past behind
I wish it never came to this, wish there was a way to rewind

The knife draws closer and closer to my heart
It's silver blades ripping my skin apart

My entire life I've lived in failure
All the happiness sped out of me, faster than a rushing river

There is no longer any point to life, where did it all go wrong?
My thoughts go to those who DID care, as I sing out my final song

This is truly the end
Hope you like it, send me a msg with some feedback or something thanks

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 368 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1942

My Poem

Written by: Maldaathi Kestral Coldraven, Squire of Mhaldor
Date: Monday, July 12th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Hello everyone, I like to write and stuff but all my poems I thought
were to depressing to put here. Someone saw my latest one and convinced
me to post it, it's really depressing but good...Hope ya like it...It's
called The End
Why is life such a pain?
I feel my heart has nothing left to drain

Everyday comes more though of suicide
yet again my soul has burst out from the inside

As I lay in my bed becoming more and more weak
I wouldn't be surprised if it all ended within a week

Rolling down my cheek is my final tear
No longer will I have anything to fear

I try to reminese on all the good times
But they always seem to end with someone asking if I was fine

No longer will I betray the people I love
Death looms over me, grasping me with his black glove

I try to live for the future, to leave the past behind
I wish it never came to this, wish there was a way to rewind

The knife draws closer and closer to my heart
It's silver blades ripping my skin apart

My entire life I've lived in failure
All the happiness sped out of me, faster than a rushing river

There is no longer any point to life, where did it all go wrong?
My thoughts go to those who DID care, as I sing out my final song

This is truly the end
Hope you like it, send me a msg with some feedback or something thanks

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 368 AF.


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