The Day I Die Poem by Nyx Crayton

I don't know how much more I can take
or how many more smiles that I can fake
how much more that I can stand
before I die of my own hand


everyday gets harder and harder
and with death, I tend to barter
I can't sit still in my own skin
it seems as though I'll never win

I'm just so sick of my own head
the memories I'll always dread
I suffer through it day by day
but yet death seems so far away

one of these days I'll meet my doom
I can only hope that day comes soon
the day my heart stops in my chest
will be the day I finally rest

-Nyx