Pressing Dark

Defeat
Dreams smashed.
Alone yet so many to care for.
Even the reaper has forsaken,
hiding his scythe.
Please take away this life.

Stuck in the Mire.
Daily life is pain.
Yet its all on the inside hidden away.
What they don't know.
Wishing each breath was the last.

Wishing only for the end.
and yet the string is not cut.
Love taunts yet not within reach.

Making not one single difference
never accomplishing any goals.
falling deeper into the void.

Continue only because its more
a burden to go prematurely.
Should nature take its course then
everyone would gain.
So please Scythe be swift.