Poems For The Sad Soul

Poem 65

When I was a girl, I was afraid of death,

I was so afraid of losing my breath.

I wanted to live on and be happy in life,

To grow up, have kids, and be a good wife.

I had a wild imagination and big dreams,

I grew and realized it wasn't as easy as it seemed.

I was just a kid back then and the past is in the past,

I'm a sixteen year old girl, and boy does time fly fast.

Things tend to get harder every single day,

Nothing can fix the fact that my life is dark and gray.

Now that I'm older, I wish I hadn't been ever alive,

There's nothing more than death that for I strive.

Getting older is just like living in hell,

Burning and your soul to the devil you'd sell.

Where do I go, and what do I do?

Life would be easier, maybe if I knew.