Epicentre

I asked myself was I content
With the world that I once cherished?
Did it bring me to this darkened place
To contemplate my perfect future?
I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate
Losing sight of what and who I was again
I’m so sorry if these seething words I say
Impress on you
That I’ve become the anathema of my soul
I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
But I know where this is leading me
Please
No tears
No sympathy
I can’t say that you’re losing me
But I must be that which I am
Though I know where this could take me
No tears
No sympathy
Gracefully
Respectfully
Facing conflict deep inside myself
But here confined
Losing control of what I could not change
Gracefully
Respectfully
I ask you «Please don’t worry,»
Not for me
Don’t turn your back
Don’t turn away
I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
But I know where this is leading
Please
No tears
No sympathy
I can’t say that you’re losing me
But I must be that which I am
Though I know where this could take me
No tears
No sympathy
No tears for me, no sympathy
No tears for me, no sympathy