It's 1am on January 21st
The world is asleep
only Vilians and Victims stay up by this time
I'm staying awake
But I'm not a Vilian
I'm a victim of the silly infatuation called love
What are you going to say this time
I'm sorry?
please don't make a lame excuse
Too many apologies and I don't even care anymore
I've played a fool to your deceit for long enough
I'm right here all by myself
Drinking Ice cold beer
on a cold night
wishing my heart gets frozen so I don't have to deal with the feelings anymore
But tell me one thing
why do you keep coming back
I'm trying to forget you
but you keep tormenting my emotions
begging for a forgiveness you know I can't deny
'cause you know I'm weak and gullible
'cause you know I can't hate you
So I'm going to end it all
I'm going to solve this problem permanently
I know my solution ain't the best
But I hope you'll be happy receiving this letter and my funeral invitation
Another deep poem. Though personally I'm against the thought of someone ending their life just because they were rejected or weren't loved as they wanted. Suicide doesn't end the pain it just transfers that pain to the person closest to you. There are a lot of things to live for, life is mysterious and that mystery can be beautiful sometimes. I look forward to the next poem, though I'm hoping it won't be a sad poem. I could help but notice that you misspelled villain with vilian