The End

poem by: John Smith
Written on May 31, 2015 

Sitting alone inside my head,
All these thoughts left unsaid,
A cry for help I can never send,
Sooner or later this will have to end.

I can never confess my biggest fear,
I’ll never be loved it’s all but clear,
Too much ache for my soul to mend,
Patiently waiting for my time to end.

My feelings encased in stone,
Without a place to feel at home,
Wounds too many and great to tend,
Can’t find the courage to make it end.

 

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