Poems

Endings

I wake up everyday,

Wondering why I had to be this way,

I have everything I need to be happy,

Yet I always feel crappy.

I tell everyone I'm fine,

Because I feel the need to lie,

Because if they knew,

They would hate me too.

They would hate me as much as the voices in my head,

That insist on tearing my sanity to shreds,

The voices that say I'm not good enough,

I will never be good enough.

I know it's a bad way of coping,

I can't help but keep hoping,

That one day the pain will end,

Without me having to lend.

My life to the gods,

But what are the odds,

I come out this with no scars,

All I wish is to look at the stars.

Without a care in the world,

I didn't want to be hurled,

Into this dark and sick life,

And I didn't want my life to end with a knife.

But we can't all choose our endings,

Can we?