Death of the Sorrowful

When your there just hanging with a cold stare,

You start to wonder as to why you wanted to hurt those who care.

Your stop running like a river,

Making your whole body shiver.

You were always very shy,

Now they are all going to mourn & cry.

You thought you had the perfect family,

But it was never ment to be.

All the rumours that they spread,

Brought upon you a great dread.

As for friends,

They are only what god lends.

But now its getting harder to breath,

& you have lost your sense to see.

You hear voices faintly calling your name,

But its to late now you have lost your flame.

Love is but a burden for your sorrow & your pain,

Do not let it play you that is plain.

As this disease called "love" spreads,

Your heart shall soon be ripped to shreads.

For this thing called "love",

Is like a broken Dove.

But unlike a broken Dove you can find your way,

So what do you say?.

For now your in a coffin being lowered into the ground,

Remember you were brought & found.

For God,

Has given his final nod.