Epicentre

I asked myself was I content with the world that I was cherished did it bring me to this darkened place to contemplate my perfect future I will not stand nore utter words against this tide of hate losing sight of what and who i was again I'm so sorry if these seething sords I say impress on you that I've become the anathema of my soul I can't say that you're losing me I always tried to keep myself tied to this world though I know where this is leading (please) no tears, no sympathy I can't say that you're losing me but I must be that which I am though I know where this could take me no tears, no sympathy gracefully, respectfully, facing conflict deep inside myself here confined, losing control of what I could not change gracefully, respectfully I ask you please don't worry, not for me don't turn your back, Don't turn away no tears for me no sympathy