it's over
there's no worse feeling
than that point in an argument
when you realize you're wrong
but don't want to let go of your guns.
it's over
there's no worse moment in time
than that moment in your life
when you realize you're "this" old
and have wasted "this much" time
with the wrong people...
it's over
there's no worse admission
than that confession you tell your pillows
that you aren't jaded or wronged or used
but you're a selfish little nobody
that nobody else likes
because you remind them too much of themselves.
it's over
as you hear that final sound
not the whining of a noose or roar of a gun
but that ragged whisper of your last breath
your eyes shutting down like a screen whose backlight is going out
and there is nothing there
and as you realize it, what a mistake it was to die
you fight the hardest you ever have
in the bit of the time you have left
to remember a single second
of the life
you wish
you'd lived.