This is my life,
Nothing too good and nothing to bad,
No more tears of joy or pain,
To feel as such I had but one thing to lose,
And that was my one and only love,
As I ready myself for hell,
I turn just to see him and the clay he calls a woman,
The tears gently graze my face,
Or they would if I was still capable of emotion.
This is my death,
It is not fancy or memorable in any way,
It is simple just as life should have been,
No one makes a fuss my friends have long since left me,
Such is the reason I chose this fate,
It was not forced upon me,
Oh no I decided on my own,
I had no desire to live and feel anything,
The screams that pass my lips could make black be white,
Or they would if I was still capable of emotion.
Hell is not as great or as bad as I thought,
There are daily beatings but they have no effect on me,
How can they affect one who has no heart?
no blood left to leak nothing but skin and bones.
Hey! i hope you like my poem, in case you don't realize it's kagome, it's kinda obvious, but i just wanted to be sure everyone's on the same page, any ways i hope you like it. my english teacher says i have a talent for writing poetry, i'm not so sure but let me know if you like it anyways, i would appreciate it if you didnt give me flames but i can deal with them! in fact if you all enjoy this poem i will add it to my list for the book i hope to publish! (it's a poetry book of course)