I sit and wait.
The end is drawing near.
I cried today but my tears, they never fell.
My tears, they gathered into icy wells.
I've fallen but this kind of falling isn't fun.
We the condemned will never win, have never won.
I should write a book about myself and burn it.
Pity it is that self pity has never won.
You want to die but would you go when you've messed up this bad?
For the devil to torture you and laugh at what you might have had?
You doomed yourself so don't cry.
And don't ask anybody why.

This is deep. Well-done Purples.

VanTee20:
This is deep. Well-done Purples.

Thanks VanTee20.