The End Poem by Ryan Holmes

Tormented life, will never speak
Of tragedy, I always keep
Torture myself with greedy lies
I pray for death, in my warped mind

I try to speak, no words come out
Just ever painful, panicked shouts
My voice is raw, my throat, it bleeds
My eyes are wet, and as I weep

I ask myself why I do this
I take away my helpless bliss
And replace happiness for grief
This pool of sorrow is too deep

I need to live, I need to smile
If only in my heart's denial
For you can't tell the difference
You cannot tell, this is the end