A Note

This is a note on me, and it all comes crumbling down.
I am so broken souled, and I’ll be nowhere to be found.
Why did I ever believe my cries would end?
But it doesn’t matter now, just sit back and watch hell ascend.
I am no one in anyone’s eyes, though I tried not to let that be.
I’m still the demon I despise, I am the darkness that consumes me.
Each one of my tears, so full of rage, can destroy me, can destroy you.
Forget all my fears, I am the sadness sage, I cannot be, I can’t pull through.
And no one knows how much I’ve tried to live and love through this life of sorrow.
Maybe I’ll just take the knife, and end it all. I will pray tonite, but don’t worry if I’m not here tomorrow.

© 2001 Diego Mina