Doomed
You know,
It doesn't really matter anymore.
You picked away at a healing sore.
Until it bled
And drained you out.
Now you're dead
Without a doubt.
You kept complaining
About the darkness
Then you said
It was your happiness.
So then you shoved us
Out of your life
And found a way
To live without a try
So now you lay
And stare at shadows
In your room
And pretend
That your life is doomed.
