Sometimes you think if it's worth it
When you're holding on to your last bit.
But anyway, it's over; you think you failed.
To distant seas, your dreams sailed

All your peers now, high above;
While you struggle from deep within.
Can't let them know that - well,
Come on, be brave again, just pretend.

The poems are tired of me,
And me by them.
Is this how you write them?
Or am I doing them wrong?

And while I struggle with how to end this,
A silly thought crosses my mind-
Endings are useless,
There never is one.