La Fin

The End

When I wake up every morning
I curse each god that I
Have prayed to, wished and pleaded
To end life as I lie

In bed, no-one to turn to
Or shoulder to cry on
No-one to love, to hate or want
To miss me when I’m gone

To notice there’s an empty chair
The place where I would sit
To crave my presence in a room
Understand, I can’t do it

And help me see the person
That I could be if/when
I find someone to show me how
To live my life like them

To enjoy each new experience
Until now I’ve passed along
Because I found it, too hard to cope
With emotions that have been gone so long

When the void I live in threatens
To close I retreat and grasp-
The edges now shiny and white
Have returned now I’ve come back

To grey, brittle and die-ing
I’m reflected in this shell
This small, haunting, enclosed place
Has returned to be my hell

To safety the knowledge that nothing
Will change, forever the same
My soul will always be tainted
Worthless, empty and lame

When I say that I want you to help me
I’m afraid it’s only a front
For when I step into the open
I’m blinded and stumble right back

So my eyes have now adapted
And is see in an array of grey
No longer is my life in colour
Getting shorter everyday

Until one morning I find
That I’m looking down at myself
My prayers have finally been answered
My remains, placed neatly on a shelf-

Reading-

‘Within the vessel you’re holding
Are the ashes of a girl so young
We underestimated the pain she was feeling
And now that young girl has gone
But her death will serve a purpose
No more can we ignore
The trials that youngsters go through
When each day brings a new dawn’