I'Ve Met The End Of The Road. - Poem by Amy Kerswell
I've met the end of the road in the wake of dawn.
I've arrived at the end of the light.
I couldnt bare life another day.
Attack after attack.
Abuse after abuse.
People just laghing at me.
I wasnt laughin though I was crying inside.
How can one be so damn cruel?
I hated my life in my last few days.
My life had become a sobbing mess.
My arms told the story of the pain inside.
If my arms could of spoken they'd of told you the truth.
My life had no glory.
Just a tragic waste of life.
I was crying inside.
So despate to live.
But in the end my pain was grater than my desire.
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