The end may be near But that's okay.
The end may be near But it's alright.
The end may be near But it's fine.
I expected this day to come.
Not all things must come to an end, And yet, Here I am, a shadow of my former self Amongst the end of all things
In this reality, it may all be over But that's okay.
I wanted this day to come.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
The end may be near But that's okay.
The end may be near But it's alright.
The end may be near But it's fine.
I expected this day to come.
Not all things must come to an end, And yet, Here I am, a shadow of my former self Amongst the end of all things
In this reality, it may all be over But that's okay.
I wanted this day to come.
a "poem" if you can even call it that, that i wrote after my fiancée died. i wrote it as a suicide note because i didn't know what else to say anymore. there was nothing left to say, nothing important on my mind anymore, besides dying, that is. but it failed and i ended up in a psych ward for 9 months.
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