Elegy for the wounds that raised me

I do not know if I fear you, thank you, or hate you for hanging round. I fear I'd been somebody else who stands on solid ground. I thank you, cause you made me this, but I hate the reasons why. I fear it might just free my soul when you finally say goodbye. I hate you for staying here this long. Thank you for being stable. I fear the day you leave, my time, not coming cause I'm not able. Goodbye, it's time, at least I hope, I pray that you'll go quietly. My greatest loss, the quietest piece the part that hopes you'll fight me. I’ll say this truth, Là Je M’amuse, I feel it’s almost over. That murder smile, the haunting fact a grin that’s Grimm, all over. Absurd to see to sink so deep, and disappearing tears. That day and night unfiltered rot goodbye, forever, cheers.