I always think,
I always say,
That hope's on the way.
It's only in my head,
The things I think while I'm in bed,
All the things they said...
Corrupts my mind.
To dust or dirt.
At this point, I'm numb.
It doesn't hurt.
When they pull on my shirt.
Blood may squirt.
I'm sad.
I'm broken.
Hard to be fixed.
Wasn't created complete.
I think.
As they cut at my feet.
They rise in a fleet.
Cutting through the thin sheet.
I may be beaten.
At least I didn't throw up.
Because I haven't eaten.
