I've always wondered at a young age,
What is the reward for living?

I've always wanted to know,
What will I gain to endure all these suffering?

I've always thought that one day,
The suffering will end on it's own.

Unfortunately,
The suffering just keeps going.

It's an endless game of merry-go-round,
Of tears, screams and deep saturated anguish.

And it doesn't stop,
Until you stop it yourself.

I wish I have the courage to just end it all,
Because I am tired,
And I just want to sleep and forget.


© Enma Eden