Latter That Day

Plenty of times,

with blank faces. 

Hanging to die,

I heard the lies.

Several times.

Later that day,

I felt unwelcome. 

Petrified cries,

I waited to die.

Later that night,

from where I came from,

the deeds were done,

they all looked the same.

So many times,

I lost my mind,

it was till the end,

all was much clearer.

Latter that week,

I reconsidered the thoughts,

but whats done is done,

and whats done is mine.

So latter that day,

I stopped by,

just to say my goodbye,

it all feels the same.

So many ways,

I lost my sight,

I can see the end,

it appears much clearer,

but plenty of times,

with the blank faces,

they watch and wait,

wait for me to die.

Later that month,

I felt full of doubt,

it fell out my mouth,

it was all the same.

So latter that day,

I took back my words,

but they felt just the same,

the same when I died.

Lastly that year,

was a poor one at best,

all was off my chest,

but it looked all the same.

I deserve what is there,

no one could see,

when I heard the lies,

they were directed toward me.

So many times,

I lost my way,

when I was to be awake,

it feels all the same.

The blank faces,

they smile,

I know whats best,

its been done several times.

Remember me