Why bother?

There’s a labyrinth,
which unfolds my
excruciating pain.

In my mind I died a thousand times,
I found the secret gate,
I’ve hidden in the den.

Ignoring my fall from grace,
Shook my head
Because there is no need
To hurt as you know what suffering
is.

A mere scratch,
A lapse of mind,
Bitter sorrow,
Biting you subtly.

Cross your eyes
When you close them.
Stretch your fingers
When you reach for her.

There are gates,
Even if there is no sign of them,
Swallow the pill,
And find them.

So,
Far from what I know,
There is no need for death,
Or oblivion.