The Unforgiven

I am a poet that lives in a world, with death all around.

I've done various things that I'll never be forgiven.

I kept my promises from breaking,

but until that day of pressure and depression I was left with no choice.

I can't think with all these voices hammering my head,

Nothing was said by my own words,

Just tears dripping down my cheeks.

My heart began to go so deep,

that it finally imploded and didn't beat.

Now I am the unforgiven soul that creeps in lonely walls,

I have no trust, or any  faith at all, I sleep with sober sounds that whisper around my house,

nothing shall make a sound.
I can't sleep with all this madness and regret,

My trust is completely dead,
that person may disappear...

Not a single trace and will never appear.

Keep me close my friends as I come up clear  and listen with your ears to hear me say.

"I love you all for now"... but forgive me for this Unforgiven actions. please. please. Help me please.

 By: Christian Manzanares

To: Her and my friends.

Reason: Tired of this stupid sadness!