The End (Draft 1)

Everyday feels like the end of me, of humanity, of the world
people gone missing, my home in ashes, dead bodies piling by the minute.

I lay on the ashes and dirt, remembering the happier times as the sky goes dead grey
holding a dead teddy bear in between my bruised and battered arms.

Two pairs of arms pick me up, dragging me away
they feel human but act like monsters. a stare so cold it cuts through my very soul
show no love cause nothing but fear

The arm bands they carry look nothing I know of
of blood red with nothing but a white circle in the center and a two black lines,
zig zagging and intersecting to form a feared German symbol

I feel a cold surface as they set me down
the monsters speaking in German. I know not a word they say
but where is my family they say. Spit and a "fuck you" into the eyes.

They bring something out of their pockets,
shinging under the weak ball of life in the dark room

Is it hope? Happiness? Faith?

Happiness doesn't come with a trigger. Pain like needles going up my body slowly
as I smile at them for the last time. Everything, everyone, turning ablur

This day, was truly the end.