my body is the carrier to the soul i used to be.
my mind holds the knowledge of a mess of the person i don't want to be.
my heart knows the pain that occurred when you let emotions mess with me.
my hands tremble like the earth when a volcano finally erupts.
my mouth is a the passage for the words brewing awaiting a spewing of hateful, degrading words aimed solely at my existence.
my legs are the foundation that keeps me up, moving forward on the daily basis when all i want to do is sink away without feeling any remorse of my actions one day.
my body is a carrier for who i want to be, but cannot achieve.
my soul is the remains of a broken man who cannot grasp his will to live in a cruel world.
my hands hold up who i want to be, making me blind to what was being built in my mind.
my body is a carrier for who i strive to be.
