On My Own Poem by Amy Ormonde

I wish i felt a fear
a shrill
of dread
a tear
but all i bear
is this fear
of burden, of anger, of depression and rage
i can only fake my happiness
to cry
to care
i dont need help in independent i can heal myself
I dont need your hand to help me up
im able to stand
I dont need your love
im pushing you out
i need you though to do one thing
To leave me alone to let me be
To set free myself
to take care of what ive delt
on my own without any help
i need to grieve
to mourn
To discover what ive lost
of sadness helped to cure
but so suddenly its gone
so greatly its gained
my shadow ashamed for what in doing to myself
the blood thats leaving my skin
the ground im sitting on turning red
now im dead
drowned in my sorrow
in my blood
I can now retreat from the dread
and join you once again
to talk of fake fate and fear
to relize the burden ive been and become
now that im gone my conscience leaves and only now am i
....... Set Free.