Words for Nothing #Wattys2018

The End

I used to live in this fantasy,

A fantasy of "what if" and "if only."

As I grew,

My sanity began to unscrew,

My fantasy died down,

My sanity began to drown,

My fantasies turned into hopes,

Hopes to use knives and blades and ropes.

"I'm ready to die,"

"I'm ready to fly,"

"I'm ready to say goodbye."

Will they miss me when I'm gone?

Or will their lives just go on and on?

I speak to the younger version of myself,

A child too young to cry for help,

His fantasy and hope turned cold,

If only I had that little boy to hold,

Maybe his happiness wouldn't be sold.

I've fallen into the pit,

I can't take another hit,

I'm finally gonna leave,

And I know that nobody will grieve.

I give you my love to send,

As always, this is the end.