Gone

How cold you all seem;
No trust, no belief, no honour.
You all wanted me to fail, to show you how big a failure I was;
But you were wrong! ALL WRONG!
I did prove you wrong, I did show you how much I had achieved during my
private dark years,
Years of torment. Blood dripping over my results,
Laughter mixed with ecstatic pain.
Now you can tell the family how you tried your best to stop me
dying,
But then you all thought I was a big drop out.
Just another dreamer. No lawyer, no doctor,
No man of any significance.
At best an engineer, at worst a poet.
Not a real job, no prospect of luring any future parent-in-laws.
No standing in the community.
A community of backstabbing and lies.
Why would I want to be part of that?
Why should I want to achieve anything by their standards?
I will do what my heart wants and what my soul craves.
I will write and hope, hope one day that my emotions make sense to
someone else that wishes to die.
Maybe I can save that one person, a person who feels someone knows
their pain and their joys.