Four

One, two, three and four
Done hoping for anything more
Roaring, stoning or maybe tearing
Or rather, perhaps, everything

Pessimist ain’t an easy someone
For all that’s seen all that’s done
For the grief and sorrow coming along
Proven wrong, one has longed

Thunderstorm for rage, sunny for joy
Cloudy for being an emo lil’ boy
Waiting for day to turn into night
Waiting, again, to regain the sight

Words as deadly as a poisonous dart
Blown, from mouth, straight to the heart
The fall, broken, and torn apart
Ended, with a silent depart

Tense atmospheres and cold bye’s
Forced smiles and avoiding eyes
Never bringing the past to the future
No more sweetie that’s for sure

Despite always being a somebody
Despite choosing to be nobody
Despite no more being a part
Those were never wanted from the start

Deep within still lies a flare
Burns in the dim, always there
How diminish and how insignificant
It’s always lit, every second