Freeing you from your self
I dig six figures in the ground from the bound, soil in hand.
No matter how many layers I pull from the coffin.
She is my only through the rain only blaming myself.
She is the only keeping myself whole, 6 feet below.
Buried and shackled and bound by her past.
I'm forcing myself past the illusion I cannot save her from herself.
I keep pulling even as she pushes me back.
I can feel scars from agony, tragedy.
Through the blood and sweat I fight to death and back.
Wether she sees me as her savior I only want for this moment her salvation.
Through the chunks mud I flung, my feeling underground.
I'm sorry so sorry I can't be there for you.
I'm no hero in this story just a fool to release you.
Without you I'm lonely with no future.
I can't see anything I want more than your soul.
Holding you back with you think you dont matter.
The grave you made, sleeping endlessly, eternity.
I only look forward freeing you from yourself.
Even as I heave and collapse to my knees.
Knowing you deserve better.
Wish was me but, I only want you to break from these shackles that bind you.
I'm sorry, as I lay dying breathing from exhaustion.
I was not your choice, but that's what I fought for.
I leave this body even if close to the ground
I was only this,
Killing myself to free you from yourself.