The End

A poem describing what my end might look like, what it may feel like.

Can someone help me please

To take away all the pain

Waiting for death to take toll

Playing the violent game

There is nothing but sadness

Crawling through my lungs

And of all the times it meant

The songs that I have sung

Never will there be an answer

When I hear them tear away

The straps keeping me comfortable

The walls that keep me sane

And through those naked eyes

That keep me inside the bay

Never have I felt so horrible

As I trudge through another day

The hope that I have is lost

Another petal falls through

All the time something mattered

While feeling yet so blue

Soon I will be under the moon

Death will screech the skies

Everything comes to standstill

Away from seeking eyes