Your Heart

January 31, 2010
Lying in my bed,
Secretly drowning in the sorrows,
That never leave my head.

Keeping it all in,
all these sorrows,
They shine through with red rimmed eyes.
And criss-crossed wrists.

When i do so,
A little more of me dies..
A little more inside.

Emanating from me,
is a pain far greater than any piercing of the knife.
Far greater than the taking of a life.

I cannot help you understand,
How hard it is for me,
To make my stand,
In this chaotic land.

My pain,
I know it's just a part of your game.
I know why you do this,
And it hurts worse than the scars on my wrist.

Of everything you lack,
My least favorite is your heart.
I wish it could have been there
From the start.

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