The Second I Was Born

There's nothing about me to love.

It's all gone today.

I feel the contrition.

I hate to see it this way.

I'm on my way to the grave.

I wanna take you with me.

I'm on my way to my casket.

I want you to join me.

The second I was born.

I began to decay.

I'd love to change the past.

I'd love to change this day.

I've been to Hell and back.

But Heaven was the same!

There's no belief.

There is no hope.

There are no

words!

To!

Say!

I'm on my way to the grave.

But you don't wanna join me.

I'm sleeping in my hearse.

I'm sleeping in a 

HEARSE!

The second I was born!

I began to decay!

I wanna change the past!

I have to change this day!

I look around 

And all my friends were dead

I guess it's my fault too.

I looked around

And then she was dead.

I feel that I am too.

I GUESS IT'S MY FAULT TOO! 

The second I was born!

I started to decay!

I want to change the past!

But I'll just live a lie...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem...Thank you for penning...:)..................

[MADAM]

Ooh! Nice~ This poem is relatable haha, particularly love the line "The second I was born. I started to decay!" And the opening lines^^)