My Life

"My Life"
The life I lead
Is growing dark and cold.
I sit and stare at the sky
As the days grow old.

In everything I do
My intentions are good.
But hardly ever does it work
As I hoped it would.

The sky rains down
With blood-stained tears.
As I mourn over the mistakes
I made in the past years.

Here I stay
Waiting for my time to come.
And I think about the past
As my feelings and nerves grow numb.
-Matt