Words of my non sober Facade.

Don't take this as truth old pal, These are the words of a dead guy, just joking it's my non sober facade, writing this for the day I die, Yes you heard me right, the day I cross the sky. I loved and lived but all that was not enough, I cried the tears that fell short of strife, you couldn't hear me fight, Yet you were first to point out my mistake, For God's sake ! I was always that mistake, but hey you kept me anyway. Now I'm dead and you read my poetry, As my eulogy, on a half shelf grave, but it's okay !!! These are the words of my non sober facade. You'll never appreciate, atleast you accepted that I was never meant to accumulate, Don't worry I'm dead, Non or that even makes sense. Enjoy the poem, the words of a happy face, that cried in darkness, This isn't a broken heart crying, It's a spirit that has been shattered to it's final brink, Don't pity it yet !!! You always despised it, Right!!!! hahahaha !!!! the words of my non sober Facade.