A Short Poem from my Collection:
The End of Me
I'm losing interest in everything that used to please me,
It's really hard to go on writing this song.
When nothing means what did before,
It's really hard to feel like you belong.
The food isn't as filling,
The truth isn't worth telling.
When your soul won't stop bleeding,
It's really hard to go on feeling.
When your friends forget about you,
Doesn't make things very easy.
Most aren't there when needed,
Which is why this is...
The end of me.