The End

this is the end
I've hit the point where I can't will myself beyond the edge
calling it a day
as i see it
and needs and wants must
and i should have put a stop to this long before
screeched it to a halt the minute i started to fall
i denied the truth for so long
stuck in a misinformed belief that this could lead to something
but there is no such thing as amazing or solid or real
it doesn't exist
not in my reality
never really has
how could i expect it to
when I am seen as nothing more than a plaything
like an amusement park or vacation hotspot
my life is of little importance or value or regard
and the truth is
i don't love you
but i could
and that's just as bad
so this is the end
that point in time where I can't will myself to move beyond
to try again
to believe that love will ever find its way back to me
and maybe, the truth is simply that I don't want love
maybe I just think I do or should be entitled to such silly notions
whatever reality may be
it doesn't make sense to rinse and repeat
so I'm calling it quits
packing my bags and walking away
and hanging up hope
and I'll live with it
it's all one can do
the end