No More

September 1, 2011 in Thoughts and views

No More
How many can I take before one too many kills
How long can I keep going on cheap thrills
I’d throw it all in if I thought it’d help
But emotions always end up on the shelf
My mind is bruised, beaten, and broken
And even more so is my soul within
I feel as if nothing really matters to me
My life, my path, my purpose, my sanity
I want to close my eyes and sleep forever
There doesn’t seem a choice of now or never
I have no fighting left, no tears to cry
If I fall to the ground, leave me where I lie

Micah W. Kengle

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