My life is a tear
As my wound bleeds for love
Something that I will never trust
And I cry for a touch

I sit by myself
In fear of others
As I can not allow them near
As I self-destruct from within

Drowning out all the laughter
Covering up my face
My scars show through my clothes
So I wear sweaters, in the middle of summer

I hate how dirty I have become
I stand alone in the shower
Washing myself till I peal away everything on top
As I work my way to the bone, suffering for my sins

I hate this life
A life that has no meaning
And what of the ending
When I get nothing in return for sharing

I cry, and forever……. I cry
Wishing it was all different
Wanting the substance to be tangible
To be able to collect what can not be seen

What is love
Other then a word
That they throw around to get what they want
I am used……. Preowned…….. by my masters

Thrown out
To be discarded by those that loved me
Left for dead
Out on the street, no way to fend

So I spend my life alone
Spoiled…….mistreated…….misguided
Was I the fool
For falling in love

Why could I not see the hate
The eyes that lied to me so many times before
And that touch…..
Now feels like worms, crawling all over me

How do I regain my self worth
This abandoned body, disfigured and beaten
Bloody massacre, my mind so belligerent and unwilling
I have lost all hope, in a resurrection of my total being

I will sit here and rest
On the curb of life
Waiting for the cars to come
As I prepare to jump out in front of one

Sacrifice myself for the better of humanity
As the world does not need me
What is one more “damaged goods”
I can not be attacked, nor broken, I don’t ache and I’m not cross

Cause first I would need a heart……..









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