to end it

Some things don't seem like a bad thought anymore... As long as it's over. As long as it doesn't have to be this way. Watching with eyes that feels the pain. N to think it all could go away jus like that... Hmm. It couldn't be all that bad. Playing with the lingering images of how life simply fades. I'm sinking in here as of late losing my way. Witness to the never ending road dead end quick. Lost to words expressed upon remembering lips. Within a blink of an eye to vanish into thin air. Ooh. The sound of comfort only seems to care. The silence that ends the struggle is truly real. Guess superman really isn't made of steel...