This is depressing but fictional. How do you like this poem.?

Question:"what might of been"

I've lost myself in a riddle of you,
can't figure it out, not even x=2.
I know I play, I'm good at this game,
thirty years later, it's all the same.

Life could be over don't want anymore,
couldn't care less what God has in store.
Alone in the woods, no one is around,
The glock I carry, less than two pounds.

Deep in the forest, I'll never be found,
the glock in my hand, turns over now.
Why in the world, must it turn out like this,
all I ever wanted, just some kind of bliss.

I'm far enough, ten miles away,
a stream and a tree, chipmunks at play.
Tears fill my eyes, cries no one hears,
nothing in life is as it appears.

I mumble a prayer, I say it I choke,
out here in nowhere, this is no joke.
My glock, my hand, this is my end,
don't even care, why try to pretend.

The sound of the blast, starlings fly away,
my body slumped over, end of my day.
To all who cared, I'm sorry for this,
I'm now in heaven, not even a kiss.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: "what might of been"

I've lost myself in a riddle of you,
can't figure it out, not even x=2.
I know I play, I'm good at this game,
thirty years later, it's all the same.

Life could be over don't want anymore,
couldn't care less what God has in store.
Alone in the woods, no one is around,
The glock I carry, less than two pounds.

Deep in the forest, I'll never be found,
the glock in my hand, turns over now.
Why in the world, must it turn out like this,
all I ever wanted, just some kind of bliss.

I'm far enough, ten miles away,
a stream and a tree, chipmunks at play.
Tears fill my eyes, cries no one hears,
nothing in life is as it appears.

I mumble a prayer, I say it I choke,
out here in nowhere, this is no joke.
My glock, my hand, this is my end,
don't even care, why try to pretend.

The sound of the blast, starlings fly away,
my body slumped over, end of my day.
To all who cared, I'm sorry for this,
I'm now in heaven, not even a kiss.

I Can' believe it i almost cried no I'm kidding but that's really good if you are a boy you are so sweet and caring and down to earth and yes it was depressing but still awesome.

I think that it is very good but sad. It kind of depressed me. Your words are very expressive. They are beautiful and really tell a story. Nice job! Keep up the good poetry!

Forget about Dark Prince the poet. If you value your mental health let go of these themes. It may save your life.

i liked it
it was put together and made good sence
i could really feel the way u felt

A superb poem.

awesome job. I am glad you don't feel that way anymore.

The first step too healing is to say it out loud. We have all heard you scream. I have been listening. The second step
is too let it go. I felt you let it go in this poem. Now, Step
three,change you name. I suggest;
The New Prince
The Great Prince
The Reborn Prince
The Royal Prince
Just a few ideas,I figured I`d type It in so you can see what
the names look like. You do great work. Keep it up.

that is one good fictional account of suicide.

thanks for sharing

....how would I ever find your poetry if you changed your avatar? :/
just a thought, throwing it out there

this poem is like 100,000 other poems from every depressed teenagers note book. lacks originality, and i know you have talent but you aint bringing anything to the table that has much spice. you are the rice i'm the vindaloo...you know what i mean?