To End It All

When I give up

I do it

The whole way

Just until

I am ready

To kill my self

Then I stop

Taking the

Very long and troublesome

Way back

Each time a little harder

To Survive

Creating is surviving

Striving to grow

Out of my body

To grow out of my soul

To grow out of my brain

To outgrow my limitation

To receive

To give

To live

To die

Starting Over

Losing sight

Losing mening

Again and again

I try to recreate all those

Loses that are mine

But it does not matter

They are gone and I have

To start from the begining

Again and again