Broken Promise

With Resentful hatred,
for myself,
for my weak heart,
I wish,
I beg,
to be set free,
of this promise,
I should not of made,
one that is so hard to keep,
so hard to force myself,
to never find temporary bliss.
With that regretful,
half smile,
of lies,
half truths,
and personal demons,
I look upon you,
with that unhopeful hope,
that you will let me go,
let me slip,
from this eternal limbo,
and back into the darkness.
This all seems so perfectly awful,
as it destroys me,
to never tear myself apart,
to never let myself find the freedom,
of sinking backwards,
into that painless agony,
of self destruction,
that saves me,
brings me to the light,
a promise,
to keep me here forever,
in this limbo,
as I pray,
to be set free.