Beyond Repair
Barbed wire.
In my heart.
Pulling tighter
Ripped apart.
X of tape
Across my mouth.
Silenced me
In my house.
Bruises lay
Upon my arms.
Its the proof
Of the harm.
Along with kisses;
From a blade.
That eases hurt
And eases pain.
Inside me
Is a war.
Weary dread
Is all I bore.
Fighting self
And all my pain.
Deathly wish
That I restrain.
What to do?
What to see?
What to hear?
Just let me be.
I hate myself
Beyond repair.
So leave me be
Its only fair....
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
Copyright © Rachel Mann | Year Posted 2009
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