Poems from the other side

Heartache

Because I'm broken and a bruise my rivers been poised and poisoned. I'm weak with my walls down and with the bruises on my knees. I cry when the last heart string is tugged and I fall to the ground making no noise. My tongue is a weapon and slays most with the truth. My looks get me anything but not everything necessary to mend my ailing mind and confused heart. My will has been broken and my soul has been taken. My spirit is weak and to most they walk away knowing it's a disease. I carry burdens I forgiven and a bleeding wound on my back. My feet are covered in filth and my hands are stained. I am just broken with guilt sealing my mouth and chocking me alive. My bones are brittle knowing you've taken my life. I'm pale no pigment of color I gasp for air trying to recover but soon close my eyes and fade away.