The End Game

I wrote this poem while I was in a deep depression. It's very personal but I'd love feedback on it.

I think it's close to the end game

I've finally lost myself

Things just got a little too much for me

What am I supposed to do now?

 

Sick of the voices in my head

Him leading me on till I'm filled with dread

The panicky feeling in my chest

Can't my problems just fade away?

Even if it's just for one day?

 

Timeless regret runs through my hands like sand

All of my wrongs replay in my head

Who could ever love such a broken girl?

Who could ever love such a horrid girl?

I'll probably end up all alone,

maybe that's getting what I deserve

I don't want to hurt anyone again anyways,

I don't want to end up hurt again anyways

 

All of my trust has gone down the drain'

I watched slowly waste away

I tried to gain it back little by little

But someone always had to come and break it

Why did someone always have to come and break it?

 

I thought miracles and dreams were real

I guess they were just more lies you told me

 

Good little girl, you're heart is unbroken

Keep it that way, don't let anyone steal it

Don't want you to end up like me

Scared, sad, alone, cowering in defeat

 

I think it's close to the end game

I've finally lost myself

Things just got a little too much for me

What am I supposed to do now?