A minute too late,
A moment too soon,
An unspoken word,
A flower unable to bloom,
A heart that needs forgiveness,
A mind tormented with pain,
A person reborn again and again,
Whose fate remains the same.
A life made up of suffering,
Shed tears and blood alike,
A life made up of lies, no truths,
What can be done to feel alive?
Although the heart is dead inside,
It still does pump the blood.
Broken promises and too many lies,
I lived as long as I could.
