Pensée Of Anemones

... time Left

I've been waiting for long enough
Till when life disgusted me

And other's hardship isn't enough to make me forget

I can't feel pity I don't feel remorse

I search for an end but there's nowhere to go

Won't the sting one day turn into an infuriating pain?

What is it waiting for to become the end of me

When will my own time out begin or will I meet my own end?

It's been too long