KrazyKate

LOSES - by KrazyKate How is it that I have come to this the loss of friends and all my bliss? The world I knew is left well behind, and now there is nothing ot find. It is like while walking when I fell down and down into a deep, dark well. I cried and cried and yelled for someone, but no reply, only echos and no sun. In the darkness there is no time, days pass by while I ponder my crime. What have I done to deserve this fate, what is it with me that people so hate? Hate it is, now I hate myself, and I can't understand why I'm put on the shelf. Life itself has left me alone, alive but dead, no better than stone. Depression they called it, black as night, they told me to fight it with all my might. Fight I did, but the woe was to be, a shadowy ghost of my former me. So tired I am with unrested sleep, and angry enough to shoot the sheep. I lost count of how many went down, yet still awake and still with a frown. Memories fade away in the dark, all that remains is a figure so stark. I think I was good, I'm sure I once was, but it matters no more, nor the loss. Emptiness now is all that remains, a shell now lined with past lifes stains. The pain and the hurt my only friend, together we will be until the end.