Isn’t it clear, i just want to disappear.
So why do you hold me back?
Why do you imprison me; why do you interfere.
Just let me go.
You can’t help me because its too late.
There is no judgement involved; there is no repenting.
Just resentment.
I hate myself; i hate my life
There are many things i hate.
Yet why do I let you keep me here?
I’m waiting on you to find me.
But what if I’m forever lost in an entangled despair.
Personal conflicts and masked internal fears.
Whose to win? Certainly not me.
Because without you, there is no me.