This is it.
This is the end.
Not terrifying or horrible.
It's comforting and making me happy.
You might be sad
That we won't meet again
But I don't care
Since I won't be there.
This it.
The last one I will ever write
And the first one I will think of.
This is it.
This is the end.
Not sad or bad.
It's freeing and making me breath.
How are you so sure,
That we won't meet again?
But I don't care,
Since we will see again.
This was my unfinished symphony,
Forever unfinished
With the death
Of a child, dreamer and hero
By heart.
This is it.
This is the end.
The end of everything for me
But the world will keep turning,
Time will keep running
And you've got to keep living.
For me.
For you.
And everyone you love
And will love in the future.
Because that is what I want.
That is what I always wanted.
This is the end.
The end of my story.
I won't die in glory.
I die like this.
All alone, in my room.
I will fall asleep and never wake up again.
This is it.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryI write sad poems. I wanted to share them. I'm not a native speaker. I also write sad poems in German.
