loveishell79

new poem, kinda dark, but it was fun to write...

I loathe everyone who has found happiness.
But I hope they enjoy it while it lasts.
Because it wont last long.
Nothing good ever does.
It all ends eventually.
Sooner than later.
Fading away.
Into the past.
And it wont come back.
When its gone its gone for good.
For all eternity and thats the way itll always be.
I always thought I would ultimately find happiness.
But thats not the way things were planned out for me.
Instead just misery and loneliness and sadness and bitterness.
And that is fine because I am happier alone with no one bothering me.
But I cant help but think what it would have been like to be truly happy.
It would have probably turned me into a better person with more confidence.
But since it didnt turn out that way theres no use in living a terrible lie.
And I cant imagine many people will remember me when I die.
Just a select few who made a difference in my life.
Just a handful of good people and not many more.
Will weep when I get lowered into the floor.
To many I was probably considered a bore.
Not knowing there was something more.
But its too late to find that out now.
Too bad for them I suppose.
Or too bad for me.
Im not sure.
Im dead.
After all.
Shit.