I am the unforgiven

Living a life of sin
forced against my will
the grim reaper waits
to make the final kill

praying to god each day
but given no reply
hoping longing for the end
doctors keeping me alive

so tired I can not cope
when will it ever end
crying in the dark
I am unforgiven

blood running through my veins
fed by a needle in my arm
hooked up to machines to be sure
I'm alive and out of harm

cut the s**t off I can't take anymore
let my miserable life drain out and end
don't cry for me when I am dead
I am the unforgiven.

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

This is a very deep and dark poem, like a lot of my poetry that I write but never post. Great job, thanks for sharing.