why am i so sorry for myself?
why am i filled with pity?
i guess i finally realized the trauma has eaten its way at me.
but now all i am is filled with sorry feelings and pain.
why cant i think, why is this empathy weighting at me.
i cant continue to be sorry for myself.
but all i am is pity.

even with all these voices in my head,
im still lonely without you.

when i look into your eyes i can tell im dulling down.
my edges are rounding,
my color is dimming,
im not as shiny.
im trying to be perfect,
but maybe im not perfect enough.

im tired.
im tired of watching cuts slowly heal over and bruise.
im tried of begging for help.. silently.
im so tired.
i cant even hold my head up anymore.
but you know, im flexible.
you can pull me and i wont break.
not yet anyway

i colored inside the lines my whole life.
than came you, and now my colors are reckless about their lines

A sonnet that only you and I know.
A sonnet that could heal my broken soul.
A sonnet that its rhyme and melody flow,
Missing thee with evey inch of my soul.

Its beat must go with the one of my heart.
A sonnet that when I listen to makes me cry,
And paint the feelings of your heart.
A sonnet that will save my soul not to die.

A sonnet that will make us stay true.
A sonnet that will be umbiquitous
And make me smile when I feel blue.
Sing me a sonnet with a message for us.

A sonnet that will be gentle with my feelings.
A sonnet that will bring my life deeper meanings.

When the heart's hurting,
their smile's comforting,
as they nurture from my giving
and remember this soul,relieving
me of my impending scars
and to recover what's ours.

she watches me
she has a tight grip on my throat
she?
mother.