Title:Only So Much
As I sit here in my final hours of life.
I think of my troubles and twirl the knife.
The blade's cold steel in my hand.
It will take me from this land.
Away to another more serene place.
No more glares and words will I face.
All of them to horrible to keep.
Chasing me even in my sleep.
I could not, the evilness ever sate.
Just another cruel memory of my fate.
The red trickles down even now while I write.
The rush of freedom as I give up the fight.
I welcome the release of all my pain.
And go to dwell where none remain.
Some may ask the question why.
You tell them yes I did try.
I pleaded,I begged for them to see.
The cowering form that was me.
A fighter they said you have always been.
Now they know it was not true in the end.
For a fighter can only battle so long.
Before he tries to end the wrongs.
As I sit here in my final hours of life.
I think of my troubles and twirl the knife.
The blade's cold steel in my hand.
It will take me from this land.
Away to another more serene place.
No more glares and words will I face.
All of them to horrible to keep.
Chasing me even in my sleep.
I could not, the evilness ever sate.
Just another cruel memory of my fate.
The red trickles down even now while I write.
The rush of freedom as I give up the fight.
I welcome the release of all my pain.
And go to dwell where none remain.
Some may ask the question why.
You tell them yes I did try.
I pleaded,I begged for them to see.
The cowering form that was me.
A fighter they said you have always been.
Now they know it was not true in the end.
For a fighter can only battle so long.
Before he tries to end the wrongs.