Wither away

Whether I wither away to the void,

I loved you, boy! I was silent for years.

I was buying snacks for dessert. I know you didn't deserve me. I lived a high life.

I turned my self to the lowest life. I struggled for independence and now it consumes me.

I like raw. I'd like to feel your skin. Make a connection. Maybe we can die in some bliss.

I like it raw. Like a strawberry with sugar on top. I need your sugar all over my skin. What is wrong? I'm not perfect, but I've grown comfortable with my sins. I have good deeds. And virtues, but I'm dying within. I'm not perfect and I can never win. I know I'm not perfect, but I've grown comfortable with my sins.