Random Write-Ups

In Vain

It seems that it really doesn't matter

what I do - and it's such a bother.

My mind keeps finding ways,

to win your heart - I'll do all it takes.

My soul is the only thing I haven't offered

Yet everything I did give - for you didn't mattered.

I endured the worst things possible,

Just for the chance of you and me, to be at least plausible.

I am now here lying down in despair - alone.

In the abyss I spend my time, yet you don't even know that I'm gone.

For all that's worth, my eyes just opened now - solely because of pain

That all that I did and to all that I had to give - everything was in vain.