Barely Whole

October 3, 2011
One of me
Against on thousand souls

My opinion’s never right;
I’m not pretty enough
Or so I’m told

But I’m still whole

Their tearing claws
And piercing calls
Moans and sobs
On and on

One thousand pairs of hands
Grab for my heart
They long to shred it

Part by part

Their screams drown
The chaos of my thoughts
And I’m alone
Left with nothing at all

How much more
Can I endure?
If their hands keep snatching
I’ll be no more

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Angie123 said...
Jan. 14, 2012 at 11:27 am
I really love this. It describes the pain that someone can go into .. Plz. keep on writing . You will make it far. Read some of mine?
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