The Last Poem

I've tried to fight the pain inside,
but nothing seems to work.
So today will be my final day,
the end to all this hurt.

I can't escape this misery,
or hide the way I feel.
So Death is all that's left for me,
the only thing that's real.

Is there anyone who hears my cries,
or are they silent shouts.
Does anybody see my pain,
or know what its about.

Will Death relieve this tortured soul,
and set my spirit free.
Or will I be a shadow of,
the man I use to be.

There's no more time to truly tell,
since nothing seemed to work.
So today will be my final day,
the end to all this hurt.



Poetry by Pure Evil
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Written on 2018-08-08 at 01:11

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