Torn to pieces,
Let me depart this place.
Packed my bags,
Taking little of what I have.
Off to another venture,
Will it end the same?
Screaming for them to let go,
Tell me, why can't I go?
Fallen on the ground,
And I can't pick myself up.
My problems too heavy for concern,
And no one seems to care.
Faith no longer alive,
Drowning in my own blood.
Strips of indentations mark my skin,
Ripped of veins, I'm slowly dying.
Sheets filled with pain,
That has now escaped me.
Pool of memories I'm surrounded by,
Will I take it now? Later?
Cut the rope from my hands,
I'm finally free.
Choking back tears,
There's nothing left in me.
Knife cut me out,
Now I don't know my path.
Conversations all blurred,
All memory is lost.
Revolution of living is gone,
Taking this heart away for good.
Things got too tough, and I couldn't take it,
Picture of bloodied memories lay at my feet.
