Whoever's writing my story, just put the pen down,
It's not worth the pain anymore, please, let me drown.
The pages are filled with sorrow and despair,
I can't bear the weight of this tale unfair.

Every chapter brings more heartache and tears,
I've reached a point where I'm consumed by fears.
The plot twists and turns, leaving me lost,
In this story of mine, the cost is too high a cost.

The protagonist's journey, filled with strife,
I'm tired of fighting for a glimmer of life.
The ink stains my soul, leaving scars deep,
I beg you, dear author, let me finally sleep.

The words on the page, a constant reminder,
Of a life filled with pain and shattered desires.
The narrative unfolds, with each passing line,
I'm trapped in this story, with no way to decline.

Every sentence weighs heavy on my chest,
I yearn for a moment of solace and rest.
The plotlines entangle, like thorny vines,
I'm suffocating in the darkness that confines.

The pen holds the power to shape my fate,
But I'm begging you now, it's time to abate.
Let me escape from this tragic tale's grip,
Release me from the cycle, let my spirit slip.

No more twists and turns, just let it end,
For I can't bear to continue to pretend.
Whoever's writing my story, I implore,
Close the book, let me find peace evermore.
© jMaj161914