Wading through water,
watching them sprint ahead.
Dragging my reins,
filling my mouth with blood.
Clutching a pillow of thorns,
scarring my heart.
Wishing I was never born,
no will to live.
Hating their empty pity,
hoping for requited love.
Pleading with lips that scarcely move:
leave me behind, leave me behind, leave me behind,
and let me live,
let me live a life of fulfillment,
a life lacking the pain I cling to now.
Leave me behind so I can move on and be me;
I'm not strong enough to leave on my own.
I beg of you, leave me to learn from my sorrow,
and stand with the strength of heart
learned only from experience.
