Give Up

So you gave up, when you thought it would all end?
So what if you give up now?
What’ll change, what’ll end...
It’ll all be the same-
Except you’ll go lower.
Like someone trying to force oneself:
Trying to barge, bash and crush into a door
That leads to an abyss behind end,
Into an oblivion that humans dream of.
Except, that oblivion doesn’t exist,
It’s something humans,
Build with motion, movement and turmoil emotions,
Can’t feel. Can’t have, don’t understand.
You can’t go lower-
Because every time you do:
You fight it,
You fight yourself and you hate yourself.
Isn’t it a pity going against one’s own heart, own body.
You’re a miserly, odd one I suppose,
Then again you’re simply human I suppose.
Still living aren’t you?
Well what are you living for?-
Except for some hope, dream or something else.