An End

As I think of a place to hide,
I look back then go forward with one more stride.
I know I must keep going,
even though I start to feel ever so lonely.

I find a hideout my own little place,
where it is dark and cold with lots of private space.
My cave becomes a dirty hole,
where day by day I feel myself growing old.

I want to find a way,
where I can go back to a different day.
I want to give myself peace,
I just want to let my guilt go,
I want it to release.

I leave my cave and walk around the bend,
I just wish I could wake up and know,
that this dream has come to an end.

(I WROTE THIS FOR A CLOSE FRIEND WHO COMMITED SUICIDE WHEN WE WERE HIGH SCHOOL)