Relief To Be No More

Another bad day, another “I’m fine”, and another forced smile;
I’m waiting for someone or even something to make this life worthwhile.
The minutes drag on, as do the breaths I take,
as I float between constantly and never awake.
Flying through emotions and casting them away,
so its easier to pretend that I’m okay.
Eyes still fixed in a frozen, blank stare,
mind painfully and critically aware.
The question and the answer are now both “why”,
the problem and the solution are always lies.
I surrender to the darkness of the night,
giving up on this long and hopeless fight.
The blackness closes in, my mind tired and worn,
and the last thing I feel is relief to be no more.

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