Near the end.

What happens when you’re young and optimistic,
But you grow old forget to be opportunistic?
What is it when you’ve loved and you’ve lived,
But now you hate and you’ve lost?
What do you do when you want to die at any cost?
Is life worth it if you’re not thriving at it?
All I want is happiness, why aren’t I striving for it?
Is it too much to ask, for this smile to be real?
It’s just a front, a face to conceal.
These tears flow like a river,
They come running out every night, as I shiver.
Why can’t I do it, just end everything?
Why must I endure this… This torturing?
There’s a volcano inside,
I try to keep it calm, but it won’t abide.
It’s not dormant anymore,
Ever since my life hit the floor.
This darkness, I want to attack it.
It always wins, it has a full metal jacket.
This is the end of the road,
There isn’t another life, not in this game mode.
I have nothing, no one to live for.
That’s OK, makes it easier to close the door.
We don’t always choose our demise,
I just wasn’t meant to grow old and wise.
This was my story.
Please believe me when I say, I’m sorry.