Broken
Would you believe me?
If I said, I was broken.
That I can't be fixed,
But if you tried, I would
Give you the glue, in hopes
You could make something new.
You could create something whole, out of the pieces.
I want to be everything that you deserve, and more
I want to be everything you could love.
How I wish I could be perfect for you, my dear.
I have so many scars,
So many cracks beneath the surface
I dare not to count, my dear.
How would you piece me back,
I'm far from perfect.
I'm trapped in an inescapable place,
That not even God himself could escape.
I'm going nowhere, my dear.
Could you love the fallen?
A broken angel?
Fix my wings and guide me.
Guide me back to the light.
Lead me, and I will follow.
With your love, we can be infinite.
When all is said and done,
I'm no good for a pure thing, like you.
I don't want to spoil a thing a beauty.
For all I know, I can only turn a dove into crow.
I wish I could tell you, how much I love you.
But we cannot be, my dear, and I am forever sorry.
I can't help it, I'm a conflict.
I'm a burden, a waste of emotions.
I'm afraid to sleep at night.
You don't understand,
I'm twisted in the head.
I think horrible things.
I dream unforgettable things.
I destroy everything.
My dreams wake me up,
They make me scream, until it hurts.
And, they make me cry and beg.
I could suffer for eternity.
I'm trapped in this place, my dear.
In an unspeakable place,
Trapped in a place of utter darkness.
This isn't depression, this isn't a sickness.
But, it's everything I've come to be.
I have so many memories,
Memories of neglect, abuse, and torture.
I can only suppress the memories for so long,
Before I do something regrettable.
I can't share this with you, my dear.
I'm afraid of what it'll do to you.
It would kill me to hurt you.
I warn you, my dear.
Don't come too close.
I don't have any blunt edges,
For, I can cut like a razor.
I'm slowly falling apart.
I've become tattered, diseased.
I pray, and I pray, to God.
My dear, fix me
Fix me, but don't love me.
I have so many scars on my heart.
The stitches are folded among others.
I am consumed by this darkness,
That is surrounding me.
It's eating away the happiness and love,
That I once felt in this tin heart.
All that is keeping me company,
is the demons that I've conceived.
Not even, God's mercy can save me.
I want you,
to help me through the issues.
Help me through the tough times.
Did you realise that when you
Fell in love with me, that
I was crazy, and I was demented.
I was stuck, and
perhaps eternally, with
Satan's army.
And, I finally realised that,
You could try all you wanted,
But I'm moulded into me.
I'm stuck as this, my dear.
There's no changing it,
no matter how hard anyone tries.
The fact is, and I've just realise,
I am not broken.
How can I be, when I was never truly whole?
||artemis rose||
