Waitin' For the End

What am I supposed to do now Everyday I fall and crack I'm a piece of broken wood on an old treehouse and everything is slipping through my wooden fingers well metaphorically I refuse to hold on anymore well it's the spur of the moment but still I just can't hold on This world is falling on me bringing me down with every step into the depths of this chasm I've been pushed into waiting for the end to come my way but the hole is being dug deeper and deeper as the days pass A million broken pieces of cherished memories are being flushed down the drain like, forgive me, a childhood goldfish and burning are the candles I wished with a simple whisper of desperate things as I tried to blow them out but in defiance and a no in answer here they are, still lit How am I supposed to keep going on the torture I must endure is starting to get to me Suffocating, everyone is letting out all oxygen surrounding me, not letting me breathe The source of this despair someone I held hands with turning their back on me ignoring me and the part that hurts the most is seeing her hand interlocked with another's who I know for sure could care less about her who I know for sure could never be the hero I was to her heroine