Without Me

Fri, 02/12/2016 - 02:17 -- Cynerah

For what I fearI put all that I wanted down I cannot move forwardAnd can no longer returnImpassive rustTo be something elseThat I never was Life should've been the one thing grantedBut now I hate myselfFor what I will not do Left all aloneThe world will keep turningIt is the same to be Without me DementiaA haze over my younger dreamsRip everything outOr build it like these walls I must liveFor the ones who've known meAlthoughI'm already gone Granted a life that fades so quicklyI once loathed myselfI know what should be done Surrounded by loveMy thoughts will still keep burningThis is no place to be Without me

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