End of the Road.

It's the end.

End of the Road.

I've been here before, crying.

Trying to find the words to say, end up lying.

In here, I'm always sad, trying to accept the fact,

that in everything, I am bad.

I am done, with everything, including my life.

Anything, I just can't seem to make right.

I lay down at night,

trying to find a light.

I'm broken, depressed, and looked down upon.

In failing things, I'm second to none.

Success, I am running away from.

Hoping for a miracle to come,

in luck, I succumb.

Not trying hard, so done with everything.

I'm not even so close to trying.

I fail in trying to find an inspiration.

I'm starting to think that I'm nearing my expiration.

I've reached the end of the road a lot of times,

that I'm starting to think,

it's my usual destination.