The Prison of Sorrow

The pain I feel inside,
Making me feel like nothings left,
Of course I lied,
I tore my flesh.

My corpse is at a funeral,
I'll never attend,
My hopes, I burned them all,
Why do I even pretend.

Can't save me,
From what has become,
Too plain to see,
That I'll die young.

Come take me from this,
Dig my grave,
A withered heart in an empty abyss,
In blood it bathes.

Never trust me when I say I'm okay,
I collapse when under pressure,
To myself I am prey,
Loneliness makes me nothing or lesser.

This burning beneath the skin,
Make it go away,
Decimate the hope again,
Like every other Valentine's day.

Crawling for salvation,
But the misery persists,
Not cut out for a relation,
Only for a slit of the wrist.