I'm Dead




Writing my epitaph:
Following their footsteps,
He took the beaten path.
Never filled their shoes.

He gave up on so much,
Stopped caring long ago,
About friendships and such,
That they all disappeared.

Never striving for more,
He always settled for less,
Behind him another closed door,
Which gave him false closure.

Never really shared his love,
His compassion was a joke,
When pain fit him like a glove,
It kept his cold hands warm.

This is his Swan Song,
Turned his back one last time.
He knew that he was always wrong.
So he gave up again and died.