Finish Line
I’m Done
It’s Gone
I’ve lost lost my will
to go on
and move on,
but I promised myself
that I could never kill,
but everyday is another
struggle within;
doing their best
not to kill each other.
Alter ego.
Long ago,
when I was hanging
from the cliff of depression
I let go,
but life was there.
She grabbed my wrist,
but she isn’t strong enough
to pull me from the cliff.
And now
after so many years
and even more tears
her grip has loosened
and I can feel myself
slipping
and I can’t wait;
I’ll fall,
it’ll end
and then I can begin.
But it’s fine
the impact won’t hurt
my heart is numb
from all the days
and the weeks
I spent completely
in the dark
and I took it to heart
but it tore me apart.
I’ve felt death before.
This won’t be any different.
My pain will never be nevermore
because my heart is always vigilant.
The anticipation
is mounting.
I can’t breathe.
It’s astounding.
At this rate I’ll
suffocate
before I even hit the ground
or before I drown
I don’t know
because I never
could look down
because I was scared
terrified
of what I thought I’d see
waiting for me
where I’d spend
my own eternity.
But now
even as she lets go
I have this feeling
and I
and I know
where I’m heading.
Because
I’m
done.