In the End

Just a few words which build around a fought of mine some while ago.

 

In the End

 

I’m standing at the bridge of my doom,

For inner peace there never was room.

I’m looking back in time,

And there wasn’t a moment I was fine.

 

They always just gave me the brief,

And made me handle myself the grief.

They always just rate,

Till I just have to hate.

 

People let me learn at so short years,

How it feels to be betrayed by dears.

I’m closing my eyes,

Can’t hear anymore lies.

 

Just want the rain,

To wash away the pain.

Just want the tears,

To be washed away with the years….