Most expect poems to be
happiness and joy;
People reminiscing about the brighter times,
People speaking of their true loves, and greatness,
Ones
about people who do not commit crimes.
But I know better
then these soft-hearted fools,
I know that there is nothing
pleasant about life,
Because there are few things that can be
counted on,
They consist of grief, anger, and strife.
Soft-hearted people
who have not been betrayal,
Never realized how complicated
problems can get,
People who are blissfully unaware of others'
pain,
People who don't truly understand the threat,
They won't ever
understand the pain I've gone through,
And that is why I've
chosen to end this pain forever,
Chosen to walk on the dark side
of this lonely road,
And yet, there are ties that I can never
truly sever,
I have learned
through all of my regret;
Pain cannot be wished away or hidden,
It cannot be chased away from the soul,
And it continues to
return unbidden.
The pain could
have ended forever, but I messed up,
I took the wrong path,
walked the wrong road,
Something that I shall always regret,
Because death shall never lighten your load.
A/N:
Hope you liked the poem, I'm really bad for writing Angsty stuff.
ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST!
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