A Destined Liberation

I despise this but,
I want to let me go.
Even if it won't be loved,
Even if it won't be me;
At least it won't be an act,
At least it won't be me.

Unlearning my suffocating kindness,
I'll be free of my death curse -
My persona, my toughest chore;
My one true chaining limitation.
Even if it won't be all sunshine,
At least it won't be me.

Never thought I'd admit this,
Depression is a tranquil monastery;
There is serenity among the shadows,
There is beauty among the pain.
Even if it won't be 'okay' ever again,
At least it won't be me.

My dull eyes sicken me;
The thirst for real power
Wails in my cruel suppression,
Intertwined in threads of reality.
Even if it won't be no blood,
At least it won't be me.

Maybe the enemy is my existence;
I dare to slit my demons out,
Consume those hopeful angels,
And unleash the ultimate renegade.
Even if it won't be no life,
At least it won't be me.

So this fortunate twilight,
I want to let me go.
On a rooftop whispering last breath,
I will let my scars steal to heal;
Because even if it won't be me,
At least there won't be me.

~Swathya