Depression of Passing Time

by BlackBurningFire

All of my poems reflect on my life. And what I think of it.

As the days go by

I see there is no meaning to the time

The weeks just seem to fly

Then months and eventually years all feel very dry

There's no point to all my pain

There's no point to the break of day

Cause it all comes down to death

So I'll have to endure it until my last breath