A Broken Life
Someone could tell be the way he walked
That he was broken and no longer held a single dream
Escaping without his permission, was but a single tear
Indicating his loss to everything that he once held dear
He started shutting everyone out of his life
That while he sat on a bench he took hold of a silver knife
What reason did he have to continue living in this misery?
When he could easily join his loved ones in the afterlife
And with that said, he bid his final goodbye
by
HeartlessShadowposted on 06/01/2010
but a good poem