Tiny Poems And Other Things Thatcome To My Mind When I'm On The Street

Hate

When you hate the life you live,
You have nothing left.
When you've lost your will to fight,
Is time to die.
What is it worth to keep holding on
If life is sucking out your soul?
Rest, angel, rest.
It's time to go home.
Close your eyes,
Hum a lullaby,
And leave off to a better world.
It's time to stop pushing,
Nothing's worth anymore.
Time to go,
The game is up.