A Note of Sorrow
I give up,
I'm sick of this shit.
Wandering lost,
Spending life in the pits.
Consider this a premonition,
A forewarning of sorts.
This is my resignation,
I'm sick of the hurt.
Sick of running,
Sick of trying to hide.
Sick of the assholes,
And the demons inside.
Sick of the fights,
Why do I try?
Sick of the sorrow,
I wish I could fly.
I'm so sick of love,
Hell it never lasts.
So sick of crying,
Wish i could forget my past.
Sick of the future,
It always goes wrong.
Sick of the anger,
I sing a sad song.
Why do I try?
When I always lose.
Why do I bother?
I don't want to choose.
Why do I fight?
I can hardly stand.
Why do I show?
I've got no fans.
Every time I love,
I seem to lose.
Every time I hate,
I receive a new bruise.
Every time I try to walk,
I'm forced to crawl.
Every time I smile,
I tend to fall.
I'm dead inside,
Just an empty shell.
Burn me alive,
I'm already in hell.
Don't cry for me,
There isn't a reason.
You'll forget about me,
At the turn of the season.
I watch this blade,
Slice across my skin.
I feel no pain,
Though I'm bleeding within.
The end is near,
I feel it coming,
I'm on the path,
And I'm running.
I watch my life,
Pass before my eyes,
I'll be gone,
By sunrise.
I've waited so long,
For this day to come.
I've fought it so long,
I can no longer run.
I've lost my mind,
Hell I've lost it all.
I'm done shedding tears,
You can watch me fall.
Now I'm bleeding,
My wounds are deep.
Soon I'll be sleeping,
Sleeping so deep.
I recall my scars,
Some shallow some steep.
Each with a memory,
Too many to keep.
I cover my heart,
Too broken to heal.
So much for love,
Too much to deal.
The light is fading,
Down into black.
Cut to the bone,
Its like theres a blade in my back.
So here it is,
This is my last breathe.
Looks like once again,
I've failed the test.
I'm passing away,
To where I don't know.
I'm passing away,
I'm so ready to go.
poem by Cody Osterberg
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