At the pit of my soul
twisting up in fury
Feeling like an empty hole
May it all be a theory?

Knotted up within my gut
I shall have to disentangle
Although I know I must
Its future seems a wrangle  

This case I'd gladly dismiss
but my conscious strongly holds
Leaving me without such bliss
"Let it go" so I've been told

Will it ever be so simple
to let it be and set me free?
or forever be my *******  
keeping my soul feeling sick at sea

Blessed be those who know
not of doubt and jealousy
for it takes the spirit low
and the mind believes so carelessly