Never the End

This poem majorly sucks, but I wrote it down anyways. I will be making lots of corrections

There is no end to suffering.

Hate's forever around us,
wrapping us in cacoons
of blood, sweat, and tears;
causing us to hurt others,
to fall into that forever painful pattern.

There is no end,
no safe place.

Just death and pain.

So say goodbye,
hold up the gun,
pull the trigger,
and meet chapter two
in the neverending book
of the hopeless, hateful dark.