poem

this poem is beginning
yes it’s beginning now.
why did i start like this?
hell if i know.
i’m writing what i feel,
that’s what the doctor told me to do,
and i don’t know what to say.
i will try to fight
but i don’t want to.
i will get better
but there’s no point in it.
i won’t give up
but i have my days when i don’t want to.
see how i attempt at trying?
see how i fail?
but who says i’m stoping.
i won’t stop at all,
not one minute i won’t.
i can’t sleep and i don’t want to,
but i must.
i want to get better
and i’m planning on trying to
as far as you’re concerned,
this poem is ending.
what an ending
but
this poem is never done,
as a story is stringed to it.
a story,
that will continue
even if i say this poem is over.