It’s nothing, it’s over

Over and done

But I’ve never understood The End

Because life goes on spinning as it does and

I don’t understand how things come to an end they don’t stop there.

Stories, lives, people

I sit in the box until the frustration gets to me and I should be could be doing this or that but

I’m so tired I feel like one person climbing a mountain the oxygen grows thinner

I want to drown out the sounds of other people

Because they’re enjoying life

And I’m so tired of trying to enjoy life

In a life of no enjoyment

And I get sick over and over again

At the mercy of a monster who has never shown it before.

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