I imagine… my mind in turmoil herewith creates… I stand on a shore, watching the slow ripples of the grey lake lapping softly on the sand… the dark sky overhead threatens to unleash its fury, the thunder sounding ominous in my thoughts.

Fiery pain engulfs emotion, the physical infliction terrible beyond reasoning.

Why can I not see that no amount of pain can ease a different affliction?

At best all that will happen is a delay of the inevitable… the dam growing to burst forth in an earth-shaking breakdown.

I hate being like this, being so utterly incapable of clear thought.

My head is pounding in rhythm with the gentle waves. Thoughts of you, of what people say.

A mess is what I have become, the shipwreck on the shore.

I need to thank you for all you have given, maybe life just wasn't meant to be easy… I ask something of you, with all that I can ever give. If you care, please let me go.

I need to be free to break free.

Promises made will not be broken… know that for truth, but please, I beg of you… please understand…

I need to be on my own to work out what I have become and where I am going to.

I am sorry for causing so much pain, to you, to so many others… I hate what I see that I have done.

Please do not worry for me. This is simply a path I must walk on my own.

Know that I care for you more than the waves on the lake, and in time my hope may yet come true.

But for now I ask of you please… please let me go.