The Final Goodbye

The thoughts are spinning their webs

Flying round and round in my head

The final thought 

The final hurt

The final cut 

The final cry 

I let it all out

 A note I've wrote so many times

Will this time be the final time

The last breath, the last thought,

the last day, the last night

Will this actually, truly be the day

It all becomes too much?

the screaming, the yelling, 

the criticizing, the endless war.

The day I may finally see some peace 

The day my world stops spinning, 

to harsh for me to think. 

Can I finally let out my final breath of peace?