Poetry

Let Me Be

To those who can't see

that no matter what I can never be free.

I'm stuck in this place that's close to hell,

stuck in a state of unhappiness where I dwell.

I'm stuck and I can't get out.

Me being free is something I doubt.

To those who can't seem to understand

that I'm sinking slowly in the deadly sand.

It's too late to help me now,

even though you do that's something I won't allow,

because if you help me than you'll sink too,

and I won't let that happen to you.

Let me fall, let me be,

and don't ever try to set me free.

Just let me sink, let me cry,

let me scream and watch me die,

because if I die, this will finally end,

no longer will I have to pretend.

So let me be, let me be