my true self.

the story of this poem is NOT true, just out of everyday life, orphans, movies where a student brings a gun to school, suicides, our world is dying, slowly, but surely it is.

when there was a glimpse of light in my life,
everyone scattered, they left me alone.
i never saw them again,
until the day my true self came alive.
when my madness became forceful,
and my love became forbidden.
when my friends became scarce,
and my days became weeks,
my weeks turned into months,
my months into years.
but then, that last moment,
when i took the gun,
and put it to my chest.
i pulled the trigger,
and there i lay, until this day...always,
always and forever.

That was really good. I like it.