Life In Death by Dia Elliott
Little One, I am
For being so unknowledgeable
But can you blame me?
I wanted what we all want
Happiness.
As they say
Good things come to those who wait
I suppose I didn't wait long enough.
I thought I had
But I was sorely mistaken.
I thought that by my choice
I could save myself.
All I did was damn myself.
I will forever be tormented
But no one is here to listen or care.
All humanity is slowly slipping away.
They all become more tristed and morbid
Then again, could this be the way it was all along?
Were we always so selfish and greedy?
I know that I was and I regret it.
Now I shall be forever alone.
I asked for this so I can't be angry.
The secret of life was so true:
Never want to be as you aren't
For once you change you can never go back.
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