Death, It Hurts

poem

D ear mom,
E verything to me was a waste
A t times life was the bitter taste,
T hat is forever in my glands
H ating everything about you

I am starting to say my goodbye, because
T he truth is I always have wanted to die

H appy faces surround me, the
U niverse is bright, except for me, a dull bulb, and it
R eally hurts, I wish
T he end was coming, so the world would
S top and I wouldn't be so alone

The End

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