Whispers

Whispers in the lonely dark, of anger, hate and all things combined by fate.
Staring in the mirror at a rusted blade and a body mark, "please make the pain stop, make it disappear", let him not hate me, OR close to me, not even near.
Tired of pretending, tired of hope, tired of angels not hearing me because I'm not struggling in a rope.

Find my love, end my fate,
find all things to do In my life before it was to late.
Whispers from them in the dark,not hiding, not even pretending it is alright.
There is no more being OK, there is no more happy walks-in the park.
They take my hand so cold and cruel, I don't mind, I pretend I'm a fool.
They lead m to a open space, where there is no time, no people busy rushing in a race.

Is this what I have waited for ? Is this the end, the choice have made?
I was wrong and now all the whispers have such a dare core, I know now I have been doomed, no future, no hope, no escape just like before.