I wish it would go away,
This day, This month, This year.
Along with all the things I fear,
And all those fears that soon turned to tears.
Please help me burn these stings,
That lies within what is left.
Help me fix everything that has been broken,
Before I approach my death,
Help this go away.
How can I move along if my pain is not gone?
I no longer have any motivation.
Because of my frustration.
I feel dark and cold,
No matter what I have been told.
It is hard to live with such pain,
And with nothing to keep me sane.
It is a matter of time before the truth of me appears.
And from every silent scream it lures.
I have a wish to be well and not sick
And not have these things to fix.
All this time I have know the death of me,
With no breath left in me.
And a hole wear my heart should be.
I am letting go.
I have nothing else to lead.
Except the things that need to bleed.
I wish I had something else then these things that dwelt.
I have the feeling of being reaped in two.
That is why I ask help from you.
So please burn this up.
To the point of no return.
But for everything to change would feel weird,
So leave everything the same.