Its untitled as of now, but I would like suggestions for titles, as well as any other suggestions anyone might have, as well as critiques and such. An idea for the ending would be nice too.
Finishing last in a race
I should never lose
Meaningless, hopeless,
And very confused,
Alone at the ending
With everyone staring
The whole world’s watching
Without one of them caring;
My disheartened heart
Is bleak, and inept,
Doomed for a failure
Because vows aren’t kept.
The future’s not promising,
And not even near.
This attempt is futile,
Hollow, and maybe a little insincere.
Sulking in stale sorrow
A little musty, and decayed
My excuses are worn out
And will soon become clichéd.
2007-06-17
18:05:13
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