It’s mine.
The destination.
The final curtain call,
My dream is ending,
And so am I.
I will die.
It won’t matter.
It never did.
The world goes on,
With or without me.
My choice.
My insanity.
I want it all to go away.
There is no other way,
For me to get help.
That I need.
I don’t want it anyway.
Not like it matters now,
Everything ends anyways.
