The end of the road.

I don’t care anymore really I don’t.

I’m not going to hold back anymore. Nope,I won’t.
For all these poems I’ve written and nothing seems to help.
Doesn’t really seem there is much left.
my sanity.
It’s why I can’t sleep or eat.
It’s why I can’t see... my own worth.
Feeling as if  I’m nothing more than dirt.

You can say to me stop with pity party.
Leaving me alone to do the wallowing.
Seeing these waves that could swallow me.
Must have me confused who cares about living.
Yes I know it’s hard.
I’ve come so far.
Now I see is the end of the road.
No more detours and nowhere else to go.

Don’t say things like that says another voice.
Do I have a choice ?
To see my family. To see those few remaining friends.
At the end.
They have been there for me.
I need y’all to understand that this is so damn tiring.

You want me to live and endure this.
You want me see me as this incredible person.
The story isn’t written that way.
These days.
I see no more path.
I see anxiety and more attacks
You may not understand why.
I’m a broken guy.
Everyone else has their priorities.
I don’t. I don’t really have anything.

You have a life and It’s only have one.
One life to live and then it’s done.
Getting out what I need to say and then fuck off.
Peace ✌🏾