This thought

Its time to be awake now,
Reality awaits and the component you have been lacking is yourself,
I marched down the aisle and I lost my soul,
Everything given and nothing to hold.

This will be the last exhale and inhale you will see,
The day I breathe will be the day you believe me,
I have this dream and it rotted with so much pitted desolate darkness,
I would like to forget what I wished long ago, but in frequent silence it is reminisced.

This curse that places on my shoulders is hard to release,
I will try and push hard, but the weight is never freed,
Trafficking my heart to the many lonely nights,
When I think it may get better but instead I bury, kneel, and cry.

For what I must do!

For what I must do!

This place you put me at is hidden and scares my abused mind,
I am cutting the pain and letting the blood become pure and defined,
Where the marks will be sure to let you see,
I am alive and need to be freed.

I can't be in this darkness anymore,
The dreading discussions with the shadows on the floor,
I will part them now with my tired departure,
Then as I am dragging, there will be no more.

Only these times when the cries seem to reappear, For the pain will never cease, it will only create fear.