Treasure Island

Adfectus Puer

Finiretur Bonorum

There comes a time in life,
When the happiness goes away,
All of the good things seem to leave your life,
And all the bad things are here to stay

I try to pretend it's nothing,
I fake smiles and laughs all the time,
But nobody knows how I truly feel,
How my life is far from its prime

Everyone thinks I'm happy,
The people in my life think I'm okay,
But they don't know the thoughts that go through my mind,
Nobody knows I want this to be my last day

I remember when things in my life were great,
I had my girlfriend, grades, sports, and friends
But now everything has changed for the worst,
To be honest, I hope my life ends

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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  • Francis Lynch (2/24/2014 10:34:00 PM)

    I personally think you're putting us on, Adfectus Puer. If you're not, then end your poetry along with your theme. (Report) Reply

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