Endings are
Quite beauteous.

I know, there are days
When I beg myself
To hold my hand
Tight,
Cause I'm afraid
That otherwise
I'll fall from the cliff
Of my mind.
But then again
I remember,
The mountain
In my head,
Isn't the one
From fairytales.
After all, I'm a sucker
For gothic novels.

Endings are
For me to celebrate.