So I know not many people check out Literature, and I know I don't get serious all that often, but recent events prompted me to write this poem.
Deep inside it stirs,
Only I can sense its presence.
Where is my life going?
No one can say but I.
When did it all become less fun?
I used to love it all.
They would cry out my name
Happiness abounded in me.
Maybe I would still be there if I tried.
Even some effort would do.
Sadly, I cannot do this.
Oh if only they knew how little I do,
Never accomplishing anything,
Anything at all,
Killing myself one step at a time.
Perhaps I should give in,
Raise the white flag, throw in the towel.
A thousand years could not help me
I have failed so many times,
So many times, but they all end,
End in failure.
So why do I continue?
Only for others.
Let myself be consumed,
Eliminate this body,
Kill me in the name of the people.
So yeah, hopefully I didn't ruin your day or anything.
Also, you might want to read the first letter of each line