The End

February 12, 2016

Selfish,spoiled

You won't let me go

Morose,concerned

Have a heart

Denying me my peace to carry on

I may comply

Understand that this may

Not be the end

Yet I still don't feel reason

To just pretend

Survive

Everyone who I've known

Will come to end

Some on their own and others

By natures hand

This will never stop

I'm waiting here

But never alone

The ones I love don't trust my thoughts

They'd rather I be constrained

Than on my own

Such love

Constrict

Never wondering

Whether this is the end

To all humane suffering

Or another dip

Deeper

Persistently drowning

I never swim

Darker and further

You can begin

A better start

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