Final words

I don't know what to say. That I've wasted my life always at play?
Has life been too short or too long? Have I fought my battles all wrong?
So many victories, infinte mistakes. Regret is a cold thing, it gives me the shakes.
Here I lay. Rotten and dry. Not but a single tear to shed as I cry.
Todays the day, its time to leave. I wonder if I'm aloud to grieve. Mourn my own passing. So much time unspent loving and laughing.
I'm sure Death will bring me so much to see. My soul might even feel free. Knowing that makes me feel just a hint of glee.
Although, looking out, I realize no ones come to say farewell. I even waited at the gateway to heaven or my road to hell.
Oh well I guess. Its okay...really. I suppose I expected nothing less. With all the sins I confess.
Do I deserve worse? Was life my gift or my curse?
Is death my release? In final breaths will my pain finally cease?
It doesn't matter now. My end is nigh. And if no one else will say it, then I will.
Goodbye.