I am tortured.... I am broken in pieces
I am vessel sailing upon a sea of emptiness
A dying shadow of who I have been before
Secrets are left open escaping me as tears come pouring forth
A blade upon my skin breaking and ripping through my flesh
I feel the tightness and the cold around my neck
hands... hard hands pushing me pulling me apart
Strength and courage are no longer mine
I am a weeping bleeding broken being
Held inside the darkness of my mind
a moment of weakness destroying the person I am trying to be
I try to run away from my past every single day
but it is there no matter how hard I try to escape it's grasp on me
Within the insanity of my past there is slivers of the light
the beauty of innocence that was the girl I once was
I grasp at the peace of the purity that was my true self
Blue eyes filled with warmth and love
a simple soul filled with curiousity for the world around me
I fight for all that I was and all that I will be
every blow every whispered word screaming out to be set free
Searching, seeking an end to the destruction to my mortality
I pull at the cords that hold me down
in my eyes I see them so strong so tight that I lose myself once more
to the pain... to simple act of survival
A helping hand, a word lost into the drowning pool I am swept away in
I am trapped in purgatory with noone there to save me
I am lost within my own nightmares without the warmth to dream away
I am dying over and over again
destiny has it's grasp upon my very last breath
and I have to find who I am
who you want me to be without the love you have for me to guide me
The waves sweep around my head
the sounds of darkness and desperation are overpowering me
Save me pull me free from my past I beg of thee
What have you done by letting me be free
I need you to hold me tight and reassure me that I am still myself
Please show me what you see when you tell me of the beauty before you
I see only darkened eyes and pain within me
I feel only the emptiness and cold without you touch
The past is consuming the persecution upon my soul overbaring
Lie beside me, whisper to me of your love
tell me that even with the breaks in my innocence and my torn apart heart
you need me, you want me... that you see only me.
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poetry'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
