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Broken back
Add upon the weight
To force a bow
You broke my heart
I hate you for all that you are not

Broken spirit
Say it twice to get it right
To choke the thought
You broke my heart
I feed you to the animal you’ve created

You torture me with what I can never be
You’ve abandoned me, I am an orphan
I am an orphan, the bastard son of a corpse

No matter how long I lie in the bed
The sheets remain always cold
No matter how long I let the wound bleed
I still feel like I’m drowning
So with this and that put down
I know nothing else matters
Nothing else matters as much you used to
But now
There is nothing

I am a ghost, in the absence of mirrors
I am an echo, in the absence of substance
I long for everything that only loss can give to me
I hate my own words
I am slowly growing weary of the pen
It no longer soothes; my fingers ache from the pressure
I despise my own voice, as only I will hear it
I am full of loss
I want nothing more than to lose myself in the crook of someone’s neck
But the pain of forcing the tears kills the comfort
I am tired and bored of the words stuck in everyone else’s throat
I want someone else to fill in my blanks
I want to close my eyes
And go to sleep
Just go to sleep

But that is too easy, and I will give nothing more to God
So, I’ll cry myself to sleep or at least cry to myself

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