I’ve been strong for too long
trying desperately to hold on
even though all hopes are long gone.
I’m nothing more. Just a moron.
Painstakingly holding onto dear life
while also tightly clutching the kitchen knife.
Hiding behind the fake laughs;
my constantly losing strife.
I’ve gotten better at making excuses.
And grown numb to all the bruises.
More and more aware of being useless.
And yet perfectly leaving ‘em clueless.
Reassuring myself I’m needed.
But also at the same time, I’ve conceded.
The evening sun is almost faded.
Yet I can clearly see where I’m headed.
All the stalling. Now I’m finally ready
to make a calculated mistake, deadly.
Sorry but it’s getting a lil’ too heavy.
I’m a coward and life’s too scary.
I’ve pushed myself to my limits.
I can’t bear it no more, the suffering.
Let me be free. Let me end it.
You planned my life. Let me choose my ending.
Alone, I stand here. It’s time to let go.
Has the time stopped? Or is it moving real slow?
This is goodbye now, the end of the road.
I can’t continue anymore. This is as far as I go.
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