Sometimes they wonder,
I can see it in their eyes,
They just don’t understand,
Why I wish to die.
Its torment to wake up at dawn,
Feeling trapt deep in my soul,
And yet they still don’t see that,
I need to be free to roam.
Sometimes they worry,
I can feel it in their touch,
They wish to keep me here,
And yet I hate it far too much.
My torture is to hear my breaths,
When I lie awake at night,
Knowing that my heart beats smoothly,
That another hour passes.
Sometimes they care,
I can sense it in their words,
And yet they do not realize,
Emotions are what chain me here.
If only I could make it stop,
Make them hate me utterly,
Maybe then I’d die in peace,
My solitary suicide.
And yet I can't,
They capture my heart,
And hold me here,
A prisoner.
My chains are only those of love,
My lock merely compassion,
And yet I cannot break these things,
It’s not the flesh…
But the spirit they hold.
They know me better than to care for the flesh,
Seeing that it’s scarred so bad,
They know all of my weakest points...
And that is death's folly. |
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