I have come to realize life has no happy endings, only conclusions.
I truly did die when i got a contusion.
i see many things in the myst of my confusion.
truly alone my only friend; seclusion.
A hollow shell you may not see, cut deep enough i surely wont bleed.
I love you all this i cant deny, a lost soul has nothing to hide. Feelings of bliss have left the room, one last kiss while we wait for my doom.
Hold my hand is all i ask, only a few moments left before i pass.
This is the end here it comes, get lock jaw when my death has begun. My last words... Dont miss me when im gone. -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so sad its a nice poem but would prefer little bit of don't miss me