Again, I'm weak.
Softly I weep.
I run to hide.
Alone to cry.
I'm tired of feeling like this sickening frailty.
Theres no end to this is there?
Left to decompose in all the pain of dying alone.
To fear the only thing I wished, is that what I really want?
I could see the purpose you possess.
The thoughts you kept hidden in your worthless heart.
Honestly, this is what I was afraid of but this losing has become clear to me to prove your already dead.
Constantly, I've tired to keep this from happening.
Forgiven, forgotten.
Force to engulf thousand memories I can never relive.
Makes me wonder, could I ever forgive again?