Dying...

Dying... is not so bad.
Maybe it’s difficult for you to understand,
Why I desire to leave this world so much.
I could not live knowing that I’m hated.
I was always not known of my existence.
So what difference does it makes it I die here,
I hate living in a world where no love is pure,
The love people kept speaking of,
Is just empty word in promises?
And a tool used to gain revenge to satisfy their thirst of hatred.
So now...
That life became meaningless to live...
Let me be, let me die,
I took this knife and swear to my soul,
My most despair moment,
I tell my soul how dying will free me,
So as i held it near my heart,
With no regret I stab it in me.
This last few breath I take,
I saw myself reflected in this mirror...
Blood kept pouring out of me...
But I couldn’t help to smile.
Look I say in my stabbed and torn heart.
“I’m glad I was here to love once before,
I had my whole heart torn and broken.
Even when that entire affair was a lie, I really did love him.
This blood reminds me of my tears...
Now that I’m dying, I’m glad this pain finally wears off.”