Just end it now
before it gets too much
I dont wanna think about
all the other stuff.
It’s just too much
The thoughts rattle my brain
I’m going insane.
Help me to retain
The normal thoughts that once came
Into my brain.
But now I’ve had too much
I don’t want to think about
That kind of stuff.
So I take the rope
Tie it loose with the hope
That might not end here
But who am I kidding?
The end is near.
180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?
Well, some say yes
and some say no,
but I’m here to tell you
it doesn’t matter which way you go.
‘Cause you all end up
in the same place,
in the same time,
face to face with the thing
you may deem divine.
And that’s God.
God is the magical one,
the mysterious one,
the one that may seem to be having
all the fun.
He’s playing with the puppets,
and you’re the one
that’s doing his wishes
and not having fun.
But I’m not here to tell you
what’s false and what’s true,
I’m here to tell you that
you decide what you do.
I’m not here to tell you
what’s right and what’s wrong
I’m here to tell you that
you do belong.
Even though you’re self-esteem
may be gone.
Original Poetry 