I am wounded
By the world and by myself
Thinking too much and hurting too deeply
I never did figure out how to heal.

I am wounded by the planes and the oceans
That go on even when I am lost between them.

What I’ve seen is no excuse to stop living
Yet why have I done exactly that?
I am wounded
And I am afraid that no doctor can save me now.

If I said that I was broken
Would you believe me?
Would you find a way to leave me?
I am wounded
And I am shattered by the glass left on the floor.
Too many pieces to pick up
Too many cuts to care.

I am wounded by the receding tide
That promised to come again in the morning.
I am hurt because it never did
Not while I was there.

I am wounded
The words have left me dry.
Now I am
Stumped by a world that forgot I was here.