Wounds

I'm wasting away again.

Getting so frail and thin.

If only for once I could win.

The only weight I can carry is that of my sins.

I keep waiting for these wounds to mend.

I keep waiting for this nightmare to end.

I've forgotten how to truly grin.

I've forgotten how to do anything but descend.

It's my only new trend.

Sitting and hoping to make amends.

Getting sick of smiling and playing pretend.

Guarding a vulnerable side I can no longer defend.

Not sure what I intend.

Not ever meaning to offend.

Ripping up every letter I meant to send.

Beginning to break because I can no longer bend.

Asking for more patience when there is none left to lend.

Hoping for a friend,

For a kind hand to extend.

But the faces of friends and foe,

Have now begun to blend.

I'm living on borrowed time,

Because I have none left to spend.

Feeling my own end drawing closer,

With every funeral I attend.

I am the only one,

upon which I can depend.

But I know that even I,

cannot stop the end.

I am done,

I'm no longer waiting for my wounds to mend.

I am done, I am crushed entirely,

Under the weight of my sins.