Last Breath
No welcoming committee present
Not even a day of rest
Coming home from a paradise
Is the hardest thing to do
It’s all full of lies anyway
Trying to make people feel good
When their intent is to make you feel like shit
It’s not worth the effort to force a smile
Not worth the effort it takes to be happy
So sadness remains
When asked, “what’s wrong?”
The usual “nothing” is replied
They wouldn’t hear anything else anyway
More yelling
More screaming
Less love
Less happiness
This is the way it shall remain
Until I breathe no more
