The end is near

The sun retreats in anguish As winter takes control, I stare out the window blankly As I let my thoughts unroll I think of the isolation Of the sadness I solely consume, Betrayed by so called “friends” And left to my own assume I’m tired now and I have to go But it’s not in my nature to give up, Maybe that’s the beauty in life The change, the growth, the disrupt I bring my pen to the page And utter my desperate cries, I know my selfish leaving But this is my last of tries.