Ripped and Raw

by Iola   Jun 13, 2008


I'm ripped open
My skin no longer covering-up a mess off blood
Veins are broken
I can feel how I am slipping and drowning in a flood

Difficulty when I swallow
My eyes wildly scanning my back for potential danger
Empty and hollow
I am scared I may fall in love with an adorable stranger

Running faster
Toward a place where all is cast into stone
Not a master
Of love, I am much better when I am alone

I need time
To get my head straight and become taller than tall
Committing a crime
When I tell you that for now I cannot commit at all?

Call me a mess
Hate my guts and judge me right into my face
Doesn't make me less
Off a runner in this excruciatingly dangerous race

Why say the words
To only make you sleep more secure at night?
When everything hurts
And being with someone use to dim my light

Nothing to give
Really just a pleaser of those who has a need
How do I live?
When it's my heart I do not ever want to feed

Do not remind
Please do not show me what I use to believe
Left that behind
I will never love again as I cannot conceive

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