Death Poem by Augustus Carter

Death is dark
Death is grim
it is something almost everybody fears
not me i just wish it were here
for I hate my life, it sucks
it is one of the emptiest things I have
I might have the love of my life but I have two
I might be happy but I'm still dead inside
My life can rot
I could go to hell here and now
yet I think right now it would be better than here
I could die and leave this place and no one would care
I've been there for them when they have needed me
yet no one has been there for me
so I trust no one and so I let anger build
sadness build and happiness drowned
in the tears of my loneliness
to me I am dead and I let no one know for no one cares
I hate my life and just want to go.