Death Sentence

Mon, 10/17/2016 - 21:16 -- Dtodd18

This is the end

of my sentence.

This is the end

of my doom.

This is the last time

I’ll ever look

around this vacant room.

 

I need an easy way out

the hardest thing to do is live.

Especially when Happy curls up and dies

when it had so much more to give.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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