An ending ?

What good can I be
For an unknown world’s plea
To salvage what could’ve been mine ?

What insanity
Might lead me
Back to the wrapping of my throat by the vines ?

What end could justify
The enduring of it all ?
Should I simply eye,
And wait for my inevitable fall ?

How pathetic would any of it be ?
To just squawk and see
All that was lost to me ?

It is not the right answer.
It could never be so.
So I refuse to suffer,
To please and throw,
Away my humanity.

I cannot give into,
The scorn of world,
Of expressing pain through
One’s simple words.

But since I am still silenced
Through voice,
I will speak my truth
By choice.