Listening To My Heart - Poetry/Lyrics

Poem 50 {My End}

Small.

Desolate.

Cold.

Dark.

Alone.

Empty.

Distant.

Out of reach.

Numb.

Rejected.

Punished.

Hated.

Broken.

Sick.

Screaming.

Crying.

Hurt.

Destroyed.

Faithless.

Why do these words sound familiar?

Cause it's all me.

Although all these words bring no impact.

I know there is no way out.

I know this is no nightmare anymore,

I know I can't wake up.

I know all possibilities are lost.

I know it's over.

So when is sit in the dark and musty room,

And my back is flat up against the cold bare wall,

I know this is life.

I know when I shiver and shake,

My skin fragile and numb,

That this is reality and this is my future.

I know when I lay heavily against the floor,

 My eyes running and my body convulsing that I'm trapped.

I see that when I look around and see the dust and the desolation,

That I'm never gonna have their help.

And most importantly I see that when I sit in my ball,

Numb and distant,

And I find no meaning nor reason that it's over,

That there is nothing left to fight for.

I know that all there is left to write is;

'The end.'

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