My internal wounds
Cut so deep
That the blood chokes me

The feeling of a wave crashing onto me
And yet no wave in sight

The weight of love and heartbreak
Held in my little hands
As though I was ever strong enough
To even lift them

The crushing of hopes and dreams
Which tortures the soul
And leaves my mind scrambling

I am searching now
For my cure all
And cursing myself
That the cure is a man's love

For it is harder to find
Than a piece of hay dust
In a stack of needles.