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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