The End

Lately I've been tired
of this life
and all the shit
that's been going
wrong.

I wake up
with the wrong face,
can't get my head
on straight;
no sense of calm.

I fall
back
down,
turn myself away
from reality and hide here
in my sleep.

No use
fighting it,
too weak to carry
on,
drowning
in the deep.

How do I find
the strength to keep
from going under?

This bad
weather
has me throwing
lightening and swallowing
thunder.

Open water all around
me and my
limbs are locked in chains;
mother told me
once
to never drown
or else.

I'll never
be the same.

Trying my best
to keep
my head above
water,
feeling like why
do I even bother?

Struggling
with depression,
don't know if I'll make it
out.

All this pain and anger,
why
can't I just cut it
out?

Stressing about tomorrow,
wondering
if the sun will rise
again.

So one last
time
I hold my head
high;
write the end
with my pen.