living to die

comparing myself to myself and trying to start from scratch, I guess I can't change cause my heart continues to bleed black. I constantly fail at trying to live free, because my innervoice screams captivity. My vision is blury and all my strength is drained,
once again my heart's turned cold so I keep my emotions contained. It's easier for people to look through me then to actually see me, some try to mirror my image but they would never want to be me. I try to stay hidden in shadows so noone will remember me, I wish I could runaway and just be a forgotten memory. Flesh of my Flesh I could never be reborn, because I have too many broken dreams and my heart is torn. I don't know who or what I am I'm seriously being honest, but I know my darkest hour is near because death was promised. Nobody can understand my pain or feel my feelings, wound after wound opens so there's never time for healing. I do know one thing my sins could never be forgiven, so I'm preparing myself to spend the rest of my life in prison.