Is It Over Yet? Poem by The Lost Soul

The blinding sun
to move, I crawl
in this darkness of light
at least it was a perfect fall

I can say that I tried
tried to hold on
but now I am tied
tied to this rope

A single string
and I am still here
one whisper of the wind
and there'll be nothing left to fear

Bothersome, is not the freezing rain
cuts on my wrists are not the pain
wanting to die is not a desire
wanting to die is the only way out

There is no end
there is no escape
I can no longer pretend
that there is a way...