Four

..this is just a poem from the depths of my mind...

Four year suicide, onto year five.
I wonder if I will stay alive.
Death addict, stupid whore.
I cannot live anymore.
Darkened eyes scorch with fear.
I cannot live another year.
I always lived such a lie.
Maybe that's why I cannot die.
Forever on this lifeless path.
All because of shameless wrath.
Finally, destination death.
A lovely gasp of my last breath.