A Piece Of Me (2012)
I am disconnected from my writing
and from myself.
My sense of direction which once guided me
now leads me astray.
I would like to tell you I'm lost
but I know I hide within these words.
For they are my greatest strength
and my God given gift.
If this is a gift, then why does it hurt?
Am I destined only to reveal?
I have missed my chance for a normal life
cutting these wounds into my soul,
singing to you an opera of screams,
showing you the darkest most intimate parts of myself
in an effort to prove that light still exists in all things
and yet you still want to bleed;
you still want to replay the horror that once existed.
Your entertainment comes at a high price.
How much more do you want?
Will it ever be enough?
Peel my flesh, savor my pain,
beat me down and scorn me to hell
so that I may have just one chance to feel again.
Give these words meaning
from my sorrow....
Give my sorrow meaning
from these words
and from myself.
My sense of direction which once guided me
now leads me astray.
I would like to tell you I'm lost
but I know I hide within these words.
For they are my greatest strength
and my God given gift.
If this is a gift, then why does it hurt?
Am I destined only to reveal?
I have missed my chance for a normal life
cutting these wounds into my soul,
singing to you an opera of screams,
showing you the darkest most intimate parts of myself
in an effort to prove that light still exists in all things
and yet you still want to bleed;
you still want to replay the horror that once existed.
Your entertainment comes at a high price.
How much more do you want?
Will it ever be enough?
Peel my flesh, savor my pain,
beat me down and scorn me to hell
so that I may have just one chance to feel again.
Give these words meaning
from my sorrow....
Give my sorrow meaning
from these words
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