This is me.

I can't be that friend you want me to be.
I can't be that soul that lives stoically.
I can't keep every secret,
I can't hold every smile,
I can't go every meal
Without wanting to cry.

I can't give you my body
If you won't give it back.
I'll never give you my heart
Because it's already burned black.

I am not original
I am not thee
I am a decomposing corpse
Filled with mortality.

No coffin
No time,
No gun
No fire
Will keep me from sinning
All of life's evil desires.

Since I'm already dead
How can I feel
This mushy gutted thing
Rattling at the soles of my years?

It's a lie I say -
To breath so restlessly.
It's corruption I say -
To want nothing so desperately.

I won't mold this body
You won't capture my soul
For I am not living -
I'm only your hope.