a depiction of me

The fragments of my life shattered and slain,
The burning in my soul is the source of my bane.
My heart is dark like cloudless nights,
My mind tormented with a thousand frights.
The sigh of my soul is an unearthly scream,
The breath in my lungs is dry and unclean.
My flesh is ripped and scarred all over,
My consciousness is like no other.
The hate I feel is how I cope,
The sinews in my body are like that of rope.
My eyes glare as if staring at light,
My personality keeps me out of sight.
The lust for success has long since passed,
The need of some friends never did last.
My emotions are what separates me from the rest,
My life I feel is that of a test.
The others around could never comprehend me,
The pain I feel is what makes me be.
My anxiety makes me accuse those around,
My thoughts despise them without a sound.
So this you see is my life in whole,
Not existing with a happy soul.
My feelings I fear can never be cured,
The end of my time is now ensured.
To die all alone with no-one to care,
No-one to love and nothing to share.
This is the truth I am forced to accept,
The knowledge of this fact always kept.
Yet in battle I will finally become free,
To live as I live and to be as I be.
Through all of it all there will finally be relief,
As I lay down to sleep with that white rose wreath