I long,
For the day where I
Don't have to pick up,
The fragmented pieces
Of my sanity,
Ever again.
I long,
For the day I find peace again,
Where the tranquility
So good that my body
Won't hurt me,
Ever again.
I long,
For the day where I can live
With my past again.
Regret sinks its claws
Deep in old pages as I bleed,
The same old pages that I
Enjoyed in the moment but
Now dread in the already happened.
I don't want to regret my past, ever again.
I long,
For the day my past truamas
Leave me be.
Setting me free
Like the leaves
Carried by the breeze
As they unshackle me.
I want to be set free,
And not be burden by them,
Ever again.
I long,
For the day my future remains obscure
And my mind not make it clear,
As every event and outcome my mind conjures,
It always happens the same way,
My mind conjured.
I want to not worry about the future,
And when I do,
I want it to not happen
The same way my mind conjured it,
Ever again.
All these chains,
The same kind
But not the same name.
All these things I yearn,
But this feeling of longing
Keeps fading away, as my voice slowly fails me.
I scream for help as these chains
Bind me more fiercely as nobody helps me,
I'm growing weak,
These chains are burying me.
Going underground,
Whilst I start to drown,
Vitality leaving my body,
Ever so slowly.