Obsessed by the Moon

Why is it so hard for everything to end? Worries, pain, anguish, anger, hate, I don’t see a light in this tunnel no matter how much I enter its darkness, I just wish it all ended and you can smile at myself in the mirror and say it’s really okay now, instead of wipe away tears, and wet my face to pretend another day, with anxiety, and anguish, and always stand firm to lift other people in need, my biggest flaw is being good.