MY LAST RESORT

 Having played my feisty cards,

Rolled my gutsy dice,

It still didn't appear to make a flimsy change.

Why does life keep throwing limes at me

When all I want to make is lemonade?

No more could I bear the bitterness!

Why does life keep going astray

When all I want to do is to set things straight?

Life has been a maze

Whose piece I never got to put together.

It's all hailstones here, no snow seems to appear.

All so dark, no light seems to flicker.

I sought my last resort– the knife,

Which seemed to love me more than life did;

I doubt life ever did.

If so, it won't be so cruel.

I stabbed myself with the knife,

And I refused to bleed.

I found the pain really amusing.

Finally!

I freed myself from life's bondage,

And made myself the knife's hostage.

Yeah!

The felonious act I had committed.

©Royalpee