Pieces of me are constantly
Being taken away,
Chipped away,
Like broken ice from a sculpture.
I was once found beautiful,
That is until I began to melt.
From being left alone too long,
From being ignored in the elements.
I'm just a puddle of water,
A useless mess,
Evaporating without a trace left,
Never to be thought of again.
So many people,
I have opened my heart to,
Only to have them set fire,
And burn my heart to ashes.
Cold, dark, weak ashes,
Nothing left but useless remains,
That no one cares about,
That no one will miss.
My soul is tarnished and dark,
No one accepts it,
Not even me,
Well, not entirely.
Hurt by everyone,
Slowly being destroyed by everyone,
Left empty,
The damage continues within me.
I am to that point,
Where now I am beginning to resent
My one best friend as well,
I feel bad but I can't help it.
Just another person,
That's slowly causing a fire,
To slowly destroy,
What's left of me.
So many people,
So much hurt,
So much damage within.
How am I still able to function?
Why do I continue to allow myself to get hurt?
Why do I still bother with people?
So many questions that will go unanswered.
Endless cycle of the same things.
Believing in friendship,
Hoping for goodness,
Getting hurt,
Left with damage,
Right back all over again,
And again,
And again.
But why?
It's the way I'm built,
I guess.
The way we're built?
Human nature?
Being human,
Being me,
Makes me want what I know
Will still hurt me in the end.
My heart and my soul and mind and my body
Crave for someone to stay,
To not hurt me or leave me damaged.
Is that too much to ask for?
To want?
To hope?
To wish?
Or pray?
