Final Hour

Life took care of me too well,
it cast such a splendid spell.
All I touched heard death's knell,
those who I loved bid fare well.
There are no joyful stories to tell.
 
 
Exhausted of my lonesome fare.
today I took my own dare.
To end this charade that I can't bear.
I walked off the Central Pier.
For Life's been kind, but I don't care.
 
 
As the watery grave approaches.
This nagging thought encroaches,
every corner of my tired mind.
That my life has indeed been kind.
For through the trial until quietus,
Life gave me nothing, I regret leaving behind.
 
 
 
 
I wrote this for the competition "Your Last Moments", it is my first attempt to write with a pre decided subject matter, would like honest comments. Am unable to decided whether this belongs to "Self" or "Dark" category please suggest. Thank you.