I envy it, as it will
not grant me that which
I wish, to set me free from
the pain but it just lets
me be.

I want to be released but
I am a prisoner of pain,
suffering and disbelief.
I want to walk in to the
light to shed my mortal
coil.

I envy death, as it is some
thing I cant be granted, I
must suffer until that day my
body gives in as the pain
is to much, till then I am
locked in this cell called
a body waiting for my release