Brought from the Mind

End

I thought I was okay.

I thought I was fine.

The thing about thoughts, is you're never right.

I climbed so high, just to fall twice as hard.

My heart, once glass, is only a shard.

I'll have to get back up again and fight a war I can't win.

I feel myself drifting away.

It's the feeling I feel, everyday.

So save me,

save me, save me from my self,

before I start drown, but it's too late for me now.

I'm sorry father.

I love you mother.

Don't forget me sister.

Don't hate me brother.

Forgive me, my best friend, I had to bring our forever to an end.