untitled poem yet again

A single tear slides down my face, feeling alone and unwanted in this place.

So many memories floating in my mind, making me crazy. Myself, so hard to find.

The sum of all the choices I made and had made for me, make up my sad and pathetic little story.

Every change I try to make, makes my life seem so fake.

Nothing is real, nothing is right. I'm losing this long and useless fight.

It doesn't matter how hard I try, I know I'm gonna die.

It's just a matter of when and how, I say it best be bloody and now!