In the End

Here I sit now
at the trees' end limb
pondering, wondering within
If I have what it takes to carry on.

Thoughts of suicide
flow like a river through my veins
inflicting an ever present numb
that knows no pain.

In the End
you will see me
we'll be dismissed
tragedy

The causing of a tragedy, the ending of a life
shouting from and inner cell
A hell not know tho the world
an inner pain, undying vain, still no way to numb

Torment of a different kind
one of pleasure, no replace
The scars not seen by everyone
on my soul forever

For in the End, It'll be me
slowly slipping towards the edge
Shaky is my footing now
I fear I'm slipping six feet down.