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  Closer to the End

  By Jason Wallace Poetry

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  Closer to the End

  Copyright © 2014 by Jason Wallace Poetry

  You ain't ever

  Gonna break my heart.

  You already took my pride.

  You lied to me

  From the start

  And stole everything

  I had inside.

  I just wanna die.

 

  Every time

  I think I'm a little closer to the end,

  Someone pulls me back again.

  When I want it to go away,

  There's always something to make it all stay.

  The pain I feel inside of me wrenches me to be

  Something I can't stand to see.

  The ugliness in my heart makes me wanna scream.

 

  Whoever said life is fair,

  Ain't ever felt this way.

  I've been driven to the edge,

  And I don't think I care.

  You told me I was weak,

  But you don't even know

  How much of nothin' I have left

  And how I'm feelin' more than low.

 

  Every time

  I think I'm a little closer to the end,

  Someone pulls me back again.

  When I want it to go away,

  There's always something to make it all stay.

  The pain I feel inside of me wrenches me to be

  Something I can't stand to see.

  The ugliness in my heart makes me wanna scream.

 

  Can't you just take my word

  Instead of puttin' me down?

  There ain't any more hurt

  When you're already startin' to drown.

 

  Every time

  I think I'm a little closer to the end,

  Someone pulls me back again.

  When I want it to go away,

  There's always something to make it all stay.

  The pain I feel inside of me wrenches me to be

  Something I can't stand to see.

  The ugliness in my heart makes me wanna scream.

  Bonus Material

  Come Save Me – Let Me Be

  Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.

  Maybe things won’t have to be this way.

  Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,

  Is the dawn of some brighter day.

  I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.

  I don’t know just how to make this right.

  The pain and the strain of a loss of hope

  Getting only stronger

  Is strangling me ever so tight.

  I’m on the verge of giving up on life altogether,

  Leaning over a precipice.

  I’m pushing and inching further and nearer,

  And if I go off of the ledge, it could be better.

  It sometimes seems the only offering of relief,

  And if I try, I won’t miss, and me, you won’t miss.

  I see only clouds that are gathering,

  Never again to part.

  All that’s allowed in this place that I hardly can fathom

  Is room for a tortured soul and a bitter heart.

  If I could plead, come save me,

  I might just believe that someone could

  Come save me.

  I know if I leave, I’ll be quickly forgotten.

  I won’t matter one more hour.

  I will be decaying, rotten; I won’t care.

  It already matters so little now or

  Then or now and again.

  Maybe there should be no more delaying, no more

  Misery I am so easily caught in; I won’t care.

  After years of trying too hard,

  I’ve amounted to less than you.

  I’ve mattered to less than few.

  Doing so much and running so fast

  That I am so lost in nothingness and looking to pass,

  I fall so far behind.

  I’m all in my mind.

  I’ve made a life that is worth only misery,

  And I’ve only been someone for only me.

  I wish that there was anyone to care enough

  To come save me,

  But they all just – let me be.

  With no one to count on, I’ll just leave.

  There isn’t one in this world

  To come save me.

  Goodbye to you, and don’t you say

  Goodbye to me.

  Just do your part, and – let me be.

  Dead Inside, Deep Inside