There will come a day this world will end,
No more pain, no more suffering.
Until it comes to that day,
In isolation I will stay.
My mind is blank as I stare in space,
My life is cold and too easy to replace.
It won't be long and I'll be gone,
Someday soon I'll no longer be stuck pretending,
Sadly it seems like this life is never ending.
If I could just speed it up to the part where I die.
The part where my final breath is out and I no longer fight.
If I could just press fast forward and get past all the mourners.
If I could just sit on a cloud and watch my family from above.
I promise I would send them little messages to let them know they're loved.
If I could it would take myself away,
Sadly I can't because they think I need to stay.
If I knew what life after death held.
I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be all that bad.
Some say it's an eternal sleep,
I do believe in the pearly gates.
You see what nobody understands is how much of a battle I'm still in.
I fight and I fight,
But what am I fighting for?
I am fighting just to live another day and fight again.
Kinda sounds stupid if you could just have an end.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...