Giving Up

Sometimes I can't

Even begin to look

My mind closes

And my eyes wont open


Tomorrow I will die

I died today

My heart broke years ago

Though I cant remember when


Time is irrelevant

It means nothing to me

It's just another object

Another pointless thing


I have no past

There is no future

And the present I waste

In writing this poem


I'm sorry that you

Have felt to read this

Its wasted your time

Time you cannot get back


I did not mean

To rob you of time

Yet it was you who chose

To read this poem


I've lost the fight

Against existence

I'm inwardly crushed

My hopes are pulverised


Yet for me there is

A chance - real hope

You can decide

To be different to me.


"Life begins on the other side of despair" Jean-Paul Sartre