The End

I taste the end; Bitter and dry.
I feel the end; I wish not to cry.
I try to appear strong,
But look at me, I'm weak.
It's not the end but a new begining I seek.
So long I've stood in the same place,
Putting on this fake smile for your familiar face.
I love you, I know that much is true,
But there are so many things I just wish you knew.
The memories of happiness kill me,
But the pain of the end will thrill me.
It's not over yet, but the end is so near,
Part of me wants it, part of me feels fear.
I sense an end is coming,
An end to all I know.
I know the end is coming,
I know it's time to let go...