Despair

I wish I could change things and write some magic ,

For now I have nothing left around me to call tragic;

Except from misery, sorrow and doom

Desperation of My existence for my achy end,

Will deliver my description of amount of hatred

I have in treasuries chest.

Pain, agony all in My veins, from my history,

My creator doesn't get me,

Says I don't think from my brain, disturbing chemistry.

Breaking and choking,

Beliefs and hope,

Life's throat.

Spent days living in despair,

Looking for things I can not repair.

I wish I could change things and write some magic tricks.