They say that life is a game that we never choose to play,
I dunno about you but to me it’s all regret when I face my day,
Its quite weird while some fight for their lives I’d gladly give mine a way,
To get some rest so that in this hell I no longer have to stay,
I learnt that to stay in this wolrd pain is always the price you have to pay.
The world is harshly cold, wish I was born with a coat,
My soul is drowning the ice cold abyss while my flaws do float,
Everyday I live in a nightmare, part of me being slaughtered like sheep and goat,
These days me and death are awlays riding on the same boat,
Quite painful that each poem I write is always getting closer to a suicide note.
People think I’m a bright guy but they don’t know the darkness in my head,
It seems that the nightmare started before I has a chance to made my bed,
Now all is left of me is an empty shell, from my woulds life from me has bled,
Trying to make it out but all I get in return is pain, disappointments and scraps of bread,
Death is the name of the game I’ll play next, soak in all you’ve just read.
Words by Muriuki 