Don't raise that hand, keep it wrapped in your pocket,
A wave of a hand, doesn't make anything easier.
So keep that goodbye for someone who takes them,
Leave as you wish, But don't wave that hand here.
Perhaps the beginning was never meant to be,
And so let it be, The end is now here..
That which ends, never really existed,
An end is all that it deserved, why care?
Forget the romanticism this world likes to live in,
Where Endings are always happy, And so are you..
Rewind your life , and see for yourself,
If these stories and poems are actually true?
Happy endings are disguised beginnings,
Ends that you enforce to make a new start;
Each story that ends or begins, has two characters,
One playing his game, The other meagrely his part.
We've lived in this illusion for a while now,
But the myth is now shattered, It's time is done.
You don't have to pretend , That you cared,
Nor make it bearable , by saying it was fun;
This is a failed world, Each broken piece testifies,
An end is an end, There never was a happy one.
