Arms of broken

I lay into the arms of the broken. Staring at the faces
of the meek. I refuse to struggle.
This Is what I deserve. I have messed up so now I surrender. I
Will go peacefully. With my broken dreams like shattered glass
In my guilty conscious. I will face my fear no longer run.
Pain is beauty to those who appreciate it. I bow my head in
Shame at those just stand and stare. Take me away from
This place. My dreaded haze. "Stand your ground" my inner
Voice repeats. cuts and scars surround my arms like stories
For those who are willing to listen. I come to a halt at my
Dreaded destination. My mind of memories and fears. I am
No longer afraid. I take a step forward and continue walking.
Into the puzzle of my mind