The longing for death

I am a tired child,

Tired of this life.

I fought though I was mild,

Fought throughout the strife

The pain is like a sea of sorrow,

The pain almost feels like Fire.

How many lives will I have to borrow?

Before I sleep in my very own Pyre?

It hurts me to keep my eyes open,

The hurt must always stay.

If they close I become one of the unspoken,

I wouldn’t fit in with the stray.

The Fire burns within my soul,

Burns so much I feel the heat.

I keep it alive to reach my goal,

I hope, by the end, my heart still has one beat.

I cry some nights like I was 2 years old,

I cry like a little baby.

I never thought I was quite this bold,

I never understood the concept of ‘Maybe’.

Life is made of 2 extremities,

Right and Wrong.

If I died today I’d finally get some zzz’s.

Is there a difference between the weak and strong?

I fear the creature inside,

I fear He is the truth.

When will I choose a final ride?

When will I finally break my tooth?

For a mind that’s under constant confusion,

Something doesn’t feel right.

Why do I fight for constant exclusion?

Where will I end, Dark or Bright?

The Fire burning within seems so Bad,

So very Evil.

It gets so hot it makes me mad,

Will I live to see the sequel?

I hope my end comes swiftly enough,

I hope it comes so fine.

I’ve already lived through the rough,

I don’t want to step on a mine.