Wither

I am more than familiar with feeling empty.

The conduit; I allow myself to drain.

My mind is the trench in which I will be buried.

Watch me wither away.

Put me out of my misery.

I can only find solace in sleep

a sub-conscious sanctuary

I am longing to be set free.

Yet I am the one who holds the key.

I am the one who holds the key.

A lifetime spent trying to place the blame on anyone or anything.

This is not who I am.

I am not who I used to be.

Set me free!

Set me free!

Set me free!