Broken man

They say if you kiss a wound it will heal
But I am covered in scars
My nails and teeth dig deep 
As I tear myself apart 
All curled up in a ball, alone,
I study the multitude marked
And my wounds, salted with tears,
Tell my memoir

“I wish there was someone here for me”
I tell myself, afraid 
“Someone to lighten the load, 
To help me put down this blade”
But the knock goes unanswered,
As my body slowly decayed,
And I bear witness, to the mess 
That I have made

“The man in the mirror is weak”
My voice angrily demands 
“He is no one and will become no one 
If you do not raise your hand”
I keep destroying myself 
Following my own command 
Falsely believing to be self healing 
But I can’t understand 

And some years go by, 
And I have turned cold.
A heart, once beating 
Now infested with mold
Why couldn’t I see love is what I need?
Not to be controlled?
My ambition and self loathing 
Put me over the threshold 

Now you’ve heard my story
You judge of sin
Look at me now! See the truth 
See what lies within 
Not a man or a soldier 
Nor anyone with kin
Just a person who wept 
And cut at their skin

But if you’ve walked this path,
Felt this same despair,
Know you are not alone
There’s love waiting somewhere.
Don’t let the mirror deceive you,
Or the silence pull you in.
What’s broken can be mended,
Even wounds deep within.

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