A past story

Thy life is merely a plea for acceptance,
From no other soul but thou-self.
A message unclear, sent from thy creator
who knows nothing of importance about thy life.

Here i ask for mercy, as thou dagger breaks
the empty chamber that is thy heart.
A desert of pityless sorrow, destined
only for the most infortunate beings.

Thou is heartless, leaving thy with no option
but to wish thyself to thy demise.
Thus, with a broken dagger i die,
begging fotr forgiveness from thy souless heart.

Do not seek thy amongst the clouds,
Thy life, Thy soul is distructed.
I wish for a simple end to escape
the sorrowless rock that is thy earth.