"You healed me when I was sore and for that I couldn't ask for more.

You gave me life, brought me light, and helped me live another night.

So yes my friend, I have a sacred heart, severed and mended back to part." -Kaitlyn Warnken

You see right through me; Im not there.

You want someone as good as me; You Don't even dare.

There are things of me that you will never know; Things I will never tell.

You can try interrogation but I won't let it go; means of, I'm not well.

I could waist my life on sadness but what's the point in that.

The only insecure I have is a great mass in a mean, but I'll never let you see that again; You bring out the insecure of me.

I eased you from the worldly fire with my heart;**  *so you didn't have to feel the burn without love before my own flames ignited.

I'm laying in bed hearing sharp sounds in my head.
Smelling the sent of pine from a memory of the trees back at my first home.
Thinking about that time when i wasn't so a lone.

Getting shivers from the slivers on my skin.
I Watch the blood leak out as the razor blade goes in.
It Sends A sense of fear and chills down to my bones.
But you'll never know what it's like to feel alone.

Trapped inside the mind, seeking a way out of something i just can't find, or get out of.
Loss and fear rush through my head and that's why i can't love.

The limit of acceptation to feel comfort of by any means is at its own stand still.
Which has me thinking, "These thoughts could ****! What's wrong with me? Am I ill?"

At times i feel that people and the life around me are living and i'm just the time keeper.
Other times, it's like the world is on pause and I'm the attention seeker.

How can life put me through this? It's made me so sore.
This is hell for me On earth,
And that makes me not want to live anymore.