in ten

In ten short years
I'm gone
by my own hand.
I've missed the train,
taken the wrong turn,
there was no way
to turn back.
I couldn't stand
being second best, I
couldn't stand
where I had been placed,
where I originated from, or
where I aimed to be.
In ten short years,
I accomplished nothing.
I failed at everything.
I gave it all away
only
to receive nothing
in return.
I've taken all that I can
and all was useless.
I've known many people
who did not know me.
I went places
I shouldn't have been.
In ten short years,
it's finally over.
The torture is over.

April 18, 2005