-Half the man I used to be...-

Shattered dreams leaving like the sands of time,
Wishing one day true happiness will be mine.
The memories of the past haunting me every day,
Hoping they would eventually fade away.
I sleep at night with a knife next to my bed,
As my mind deteriorates where the demons have fed.
God no longer answers my prayers,
Now my life is a game with all these players.
Existing has become nothing but a riddle,
Like a sad song playing repeat on the fiddle.
Dragging along everyday with hope,
So messed up in the head not being able to cope.
Its sad how one man must believe,
When everyone he knows will deceive.
They say life will get better,
In this world people destroy all the things that matter.
Now you know a man destroyed by the truth,
That life has no meaning once you buy your ticket at the booth.

-By: Reaper2518-

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"This poem I see a reflection of myself."