My *was gonna be* last entry

Feb 14, 2005 00:20

With this last poem, I end my journal.

In this play
I call life
comes a time
to live in strife
It has come,
my worst part
where I endure
a broken heart
I hate this part;
it crashed my world
so henceforth, I
give up on girls
My realm isn't and
won't be intact
it's time to show
my final act.
The last scene
ends the show
I'll go out
with just one blow
They'll never know
cuz they'll never care
No one will see
that I'm not there.

Goodbye forever.

(This is saying the journal's  gonna die, not me)

EDIT:

Screw ending the journal. I've a lot to post in here especially the week that I promised myself not to post. I guess this wont' be for my little personal quiz holder anymore. Its just about me. I feel mad. A sudden, torrential uproar of anger. I know why. It just came on all of a sudden... That's wierd. I had a strong anger. And now it's gone. Just gone. Mad enough to kill and left within 5 min of its coming.

Now I'm depressed. A rainbow of emotion am I. eh. I'll end it here.
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