The End May Be Near Poem by Karly Jaye

I can't quite find the words to explain this feeling,
somewhere between life and death, searching for both their meanings.
Struggling to salvage any part of me with feeling,
oh the verge of giving up, pretending to have a reason for being.
F*ck living, it's a hard enough time existing.
F*ck being strong, somewhere between lies and blood,
my strength deminished, and despite your beliefs....
it's gone.
I'll pick my face up from the floor, tell myself one more day.
Now I'll promise you tomorrow, but forever is too far away.
These days it's all the same, now I'm no psychic, but this sh*t won't change.
We can lie all we want, flase hope if better than none,
but I'd say being dead is better than feeling like you're the only one.
I don't know when the end is or who even cares,
but with an empty feel8ing in my chest I can tell you it may be near....