An Unexpected End

A creation of our mind runs deep, so overwhelmingly deep at times

Right at the moments you need it to be silent, the screams of sorrow and sadness echo throughout the corridors of the mind

Suddenly when you think it's silent it blasts through 

Knocking every bit of concentration and hope you had left

Humanity and salvation are gone

We're on our last shred of hope

Though this is the end, we know it's for the best

This poem is about: 
Me

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