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.