is this where it ends,
is this how it goes.
is this my last breath,
guess I'll never know.

I lay down at night,
and I feel so unsure.
I'm trapped inside,
this mind is torture.

but where does it end,
where will I go.
I hope somewhere far,
where fear is shallow.

God give Me A Sign,
that I'll stay alive.

did I read the wrong sign,
or is it my time.

what about Love?, what about kids?
can I really give up on this?

but in my heart I know,
that I'm out of time.
or is that so?
or is this a lie?

this is a lie.
© Rio Pursia (AKA) DeMario Rankin