P.S.S.D

She tells me "stay strong."
But walls will deteriorate until gone.
Whispers; hearing my mistakes until dawn.
All I want's to lay with a smile,
not what's wrong.

How could I cherish, the careless?
My beings being compared with impairments,
When really all I want to do,
Is stare until you perish.

A freely roaming soul,
unaware of the chain that was tied,
Tried to crawl away and dug the grave
For his life.

I'm sorry that I'm right,
I'm sorry that you're wrong.
I've putten up this fight,
For far too fucking long.
I'm living this despite
I need to carry on. .
When give up I just might
To my deathly serenading song.