My Book Of Poems

On and On

On and on and on and on

Where does it really end?

When does it ever stop?

Why do I have to keep going?

Can I just say, "I'm done!"?

I just want this to be over with

'Til all the numbered days are gone

What's the point to keep going?

Tell me, please

'Cause I'm running out of reasons

To see the good side of anything

Why does my head hurt so much?

Why is my face always wet?

My knuckles are cracked and bleeding

I spell the pain out in letraset

Where am I?

Who the hell are you?

Telling me I can't live my life

Any way I choose

It smells like desperation

Right in this very room

Add a little touch of pity

That creates the perfect shade of gloom

Why can't I just sit here?

Rotting in my own "happy place"

Can't I just waste my life away?

Spoiling in my own "happy face"

That debonair is gone from my life

And good riddance

He was nothing but a poor excuse of a man

Nothing but a hinderance

Now I have myself

To sit around and waste time

To just stop completely living

No practice needed at being a professional mime

Don't you dare control me

For I have rights of my own

I can do whatever I like

I can just sit here and drone

On and on and on

To my own special friends

Teddy bears, hermit crabs

I know they understand

There's nothing I like anymore

Not even my own black and white keyboard

The silence is powerful

The silence can be key

To unlock my mind

And hear what I'm thinking

It keeps ringing and ringing

So I put it on silent

I throw it away

Where no one else can find it

I don't want anyone's help

I'm content just right here

Let me stop time

So not even I can shed a tear