Sometimes I can't
Even begin to look
My mind closes
And my eyes wont open
Tomorrow I will die
I died today
My heart broke years ago
Though I cant remember when
Time is irrelevant
It means nothing to me
It's just another object
Another pointless thing
I have no past
There is no future
And the present I waste
In writing this poem
I'm sorry that you
Have felt to read this
Its wasted your time
Time you cannot get back
I did not mean
To rob you of time
Yet it was you who chose
To read this poem
I've lost the fight
Against existence
I'm inwardly crushed
My hopes are pulverised
Yet for me there is
A chance - real hope
You can decide
To be different to me.
"Life begins on the other side of despair" Jean-Paul Sartre