Fighting for lovely.
Fighting for less.
Fighting for all that's
Creating a mess.
I'm nearing the end
Of the war now.
I've been dreaming
Of this moment,
Of you to say goodbye.
I've been waiting
To stop pretending
And to begin again.
This is the end of my suffering,
The end to all the agony.
This is the end of the life
I used to know.
Nothing for lonely.
Nothing is safe.
Nothing for all that's
Creative and best.
I'm nearing the end
Of my life now.
I had a feeling
That this moment
Would forever change me.
I had a thought
That I'm pretending
To actually begin again.
I want an end to my suffering,
An end to all the agony.
I want an end to the life
I've come to loathe.

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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoesiaA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.