Death
I've had my life taken from me before it's begun,
I now give in, my struggle is done.
Can't you people see the hurt hidden inside?
Many said they loved me, they all lied.
My heart was torn to pieces by my feelings.
Sadness, anger, and hate, the results of double-dealings.
More deceptions follow, all protests are in vain.
Yet, I think only of love as my vision dims, my life begins to wane.
I said upon my death I'd feel nothing but hate,
Now I feel only pain, sadness, and somehow love, but it's too late.
I've reached the point of no return and if for this "sin" I must burn,
I still have the love of this, the life I spurn.
A voice in the void says," I care.", and these words my heart sear.
It's as my breath fades that they are whispered, I'm too far gone to return to here.
