Here I Am

Here I am pouring To a vessel with many holes, My most cherished I waste Yet unnoticed it goes Here I am pouring My very best, my last But by the ground it is swallowed Buried, non existent Forgiveness a commodity i find hard to give But the only key that's bound to set me free Am i a victim of my own pain? Am i addicted to the hurt to keep me sane? Will I ever find solace? Vengance for the years i stayed silent? Tears I cried are my evidence Building into a strong case for your imprisonment Are you the one? Or am I? Locked away, in a cold dark place? Banished from experiencing the beauty of life?