Intertwined

I have nothing more to write. I have nothing else to give. I have nothing left inside. I have no reason to live. I have everything that’s precious. I hold everything that’s dear. I am daily given all I need to make my dreams appear. I am so damn tired of trying when I know I’ll fail again. Why do so many trust me when I’ll hurt them in the end? I’ve been given oh so many gifts and granted so much time. I’m blessed to see the visions with the truths they hold sublime. I am chained to my addictions. I’m a prisoner caged inside, and despite the fact I hold the key, there I ever will reside. I know I can do most anything with the talents that are mine. I am buoyed by friends and family who will help me anytime. I feel to fade away to black and rid you of my plight. I bid you all my last farewell as I give up this fight. I look up with hope, and out with faith knowing all will work out well. The God of Heaven watches me… his glory I will tell.