Life is almost over now, pain, sorrow, and regret are hanging around more now, growing impatient, wanting to take over me… I am tired… I want to give in…
It’s almost over… I am like a leaf that has turned brown and withered, and is now has falling from a tree. There is only one path it can follow; it may get lucky for a few fleeting moments and get caught in a gust of wind, that will delay the inevitable, a cruel joke is all that turns out to be, for the end is near for that leaf… Its path will end when it hits the soil and gets slowly absorbed into mother earth to be no more… Hours drag on now, people come and go, but pay me no mind… I am a burden, I represent all that they hate. Memories are slowly fading, I feel cold… I pray this night will be my last… Life has become cruel, and useless to ‘ME’… but yet I go on… why? I am alone, tired and lonely. I am invisible… If only someone would have seen ‘ME’ for who I am, and not for who I should be. If only kids at school would have accepted ‘ME’ as I am, and not pick on how I look. If only my parents would talk to ‘ME’ and not at ‘ME’… Sixteen will never be for ‘ME’, good bye world… I should of never been in the first place… In the end there is only ‘ME’, and I choose no longer to be…
unbolt me 