To An End

A part of me died on my first concussion

I’d say my fear of death

While unconscious I learned my destiny

And learned the moment of my last breath

A part of me died when I knew

I couldn’t trust those I honored

That part of me died that accepted people

Now I’d rather not be bothered

A part of me died when I saw loved ones backs

Grow further from reach

A part of me dies when I think about how

Me and once close rarely speak

A part of you dies as you grow up

Optimism and truth become antonyms

Life itself becomes ironic

Living and death becomes synonyms

Depression becomes reality

Blood becomes your toxin

Begin to feel trapped

Boxed, then locked in

Stripped of dreams you becomes

A soul comes to an empty inventory

In beyond low spirits

I come to an end of this story

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