Not a day goes by that <br />I want to die. <br /> <br />Not a day goes by that I don't <br />stare at the sky. <br />and at night I just cry & die inside. <br /> <br />In my room, in the corner, in the <br />dark, looking for an answer & <br />waiting for my spark. <br /> <br />I use to believe, 'love those who love you, but don't let love, <br />mess up your vision', but it <br />messed up my vision, even though <br />it shall help me with my final decision. <br /> <br />Death shall take my place I'll <br />laugh and smile, when we become <br />face to face. <br /> <br />I'll finally be happy, dying with <br />a smile on my face. <br />and I'll taste that oh-so bitter taste. <br /> <br />Pretty much my life was a waste.<br /><br />Bobby Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuck-in-my-own-thoughts-dreams-9-4-09-fri-9-14am/
