It's getting harder to remember
what I was like
before I was damaged,
before you tore me open
and forced your darkness in.
I have tried to get it out
by opening my skin
but there is always more
left deep within.
What is love?
Do we really know?
What's it made of,
How does it show?
I contemplate,
As of late,
of things I wish I knew.
Love and trust,
And life and lust.
But mostly, I just think of you.
I do not understand the world,
Or the things which lie within.
The mysteries I HAVE unfurled,
Have spread my patience thin.
I've tried and tried
To make things right.
But, do you even care?
I feel alone
and on my own.
But you are free from doubt?
Is it fair,
That I still care,
And you go on to scout,
for new love and life
Free of aches and strife?
And I am by myself?
I care for the wrong man,
Every time.
And No matter the case,
They are never truly mine.
Am I just a tissue,
Disposable and used?
Is THAT the issue?
That I'm damaged and bruised?
Please, I'm begging,
I've no one left.
The heart you stole,
Is no small theft.
Now, I am an empty house,
No creature within, not even a mouse.
I'm broken and hopeless and beaten up bad.
Maybe I'm meant to forever be sad.
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“Damaged”
I am damaged
my mind, my body, my soul.
I feel like I'm never whole
The dreams dance around my mind.
Wishing I could just hit rewind
to see it all over again
to see you again.
I am damaged
but somehow I managed
to crawl out and see
a world I built around me
beautiful and grotesque.
Something no one could molest.
This is my life, this is my home.
Somewhere in it all I got lost.
Somewhere in it all I got damaged.
This is what I am
its what separates me from them.
I am damaged
my spirit, my heart, my will
I close my eyes and I can feel
all the pain, escaping into my words, into my art
and that is when I know, it bled from my heart.