I have only been held
by careless hands
and loved by
damaged hearts.
my body has become
a graceless wasteland,
an asylum for those
who can't be saved.
I'm tired of this dented
body and this hollow life,
tired of being the water
that holds up ships and
being left to drown in
my own sea. tired of being
the savior, never the
saved. tired of being the
forgiver, tired of being
condemned.