This is the end for me.
I’ve wasted my days
Searching for the non-existent being.
The desire to find it,
Overshadowed time.
And now, i stand on the sandy shore
As the water run to the meet my feet
I think back on everything I gave up for this.
And for it to be nothing but a figment
It makes me think of the wasted hours.
The hours I spent slaving away at the machine
The days that passed by and I still hadn’t greeted the sky.
The time I spent locked away from oxygen.
Locked away from living, just for it to be nothing in the end.
My entire existence was based on a lie
And now, I am at the end of the lie.
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Author:
roxanna (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2023 11:59
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Feeling much the same to be honest, beautifully written. I hope some light should shed on you though.
Thank you
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