Misery&Pain-Life's Cruel Game.

Dreams crushed,
hopes flushed
Down the drain.
As the pain
becomes too much to bear.
I don't cry,
I'm not scared.
As death comes over me,
my destiny,
I don't try to save myself,
I have no friends to try to help.
I know it's bound to happen,
Maybe while I'm writing,
A letter,
I'll drop my pen.
Fall over,
onto the cold,hard floor.
Gasping, crying, the pain growing.
My blood will run out the door.
As my soul cannot.
As I'm writing,
the tears finally come,
Flooding from my eyes.
If pain were a game,
I'd get the prize.
And now,
My worst fear,
Has come true.
Everyone has left,
Everyone that didn't care,
The feelings finally come,
tears rush out,
unable to be stopped.
Finally the fear sets upon me.
Death comes oh so slowly,
torturing,
taunting
me.
I have nothing left,
I don't know what to do.
they took all my hope,
when everyone left me.
I knew they didn't care,
but still to have someone there,
i might smile,
just once,
that rare occurence,
as unusual as
a black dove,
flying through the skies