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.