Black Book

A graveyard of numbers
Waiting to be found
Beneath garbage and clothes
The names of those
The lucky ones

I tried and tried
I think I should have died
A thousand deaths before
Yet still I tried
I tried so many awful times

And the more I yearned
For a righteous reprieve
The more I failed

The more I prayed
To please a single soul
Well... I failed even more


NOTE: This is one of the oldest poems on the site and I recently abridged it. I was considering deleting it, however it was mostly the last two stanzas that bothered me.