Waitin' For The End Poem by Andrus Cassian

What am I supposed to do now
Everyday I fall and crack
I'm a piece of broken wood on an old treehouse
and everything is slipping through my wooden fingers
well metaphorically
I refuse to hold on anymore
well it's the spur of the moment
but still I just can't hold on
This world is falling on me
bringing me down with every step
into the depths of this chasm I've been pushed into
waiting for the end
to come my way
but the hole is being dug deeper and deeper as the days pass
A million broken pieces of cherished memories
are being flushed down the drain
like, forgive me, a childhood goldfish
and burning are the candles
I wished with a simple whisper of desperate things
as I tried to blow them out
but in defiance and a no in answer
here they are, still lit
How am I supposed to keep going on
the torture I must endure is starting to get to me
Suffocating, everyone is letting out all oxygen
surrounding me, not letting me breathe
The source of this despair
someone I held hands with
turning their back on me
ignoring me
and the part that hurts the most
is seeing her hand interlocked with another's
who I know for sure could care less about her
who I know for sure
could never be the hero I was to her heroine