Stuck In My Own Thoughts & Dreams (9/4/09 Fri 9: 14am) Poem by Bobby Roberts

Not a day goes by that
I want to die.

Not a day goes by that I don't
stare at the sky.
and at night I just cry & die inside.

In my room, in the corner, in the
dark, looking for an answer &
waiting for my spark.

I use to believe, 'love those who love you, but don't let love,
mess up your vision', but it
messed up my vision, even though
it shall help me with my final decision.

Death shall take my place I'll
laugh and smile, when we become
face to face.

I'll finally be happy, dying with
a smile on my face.
and I'll taste that oh-so bitter taste.

Pretty much my life was a waste.