Untitled Poem by Timothy Long

My tears fell like an ocean of unsolved problems, I didn't want to cry, but on the inside I wanted to die, but I kept strong on the outside to prove them wrong, nothing okay but when has it ever? I can take solace that although alone I can leave when need be, knowing that when I will die is not great joy but a seas less pleasure, dying alone I can predict as it kills in life anyways, just wish the world gave us more time, what's to decline? never one with friends or time, what a pity you could say, never maturing or becoming what you desired to be, it was...it was good long ago, the lone survivor unknown, was it I? god is dead, I can't say what real anymore, anyway, how could they lie to the masses, a lie tell you, they tell you everyone is good at something, what rubbish, I have no friends, no love, no family, oh thanks god, the only talent I could redue was how I was only small enough to realize I am dumb, what a life, its untitled, unknown, unseen.