A mountain
of dead, and I
am not crying, it’s just
a bit of ash that flew
and found its way into
my eye.

You brought forward
all of your gold
all of your jewels
all of your shoes
all of your hope
and you received
a stone. Years later
I stand, free, looking
at a piece of nothing
you received in return
for everything.

And though we are
six feet under,
the sun shines
and music plays.
“Yea though I walk
through the valley of death
I will not fear,
for you are with me.”
And yea as I walk
through these places of death
I have to ask-
were you with them?

I feel
as if I am
a broken doll
in need of

repair and parts
Waiting for someone
to wind me up

Look at the many stitches
of my body
that keeps me together

Am I not Beautiful ?

My parched lips
Acheing
Each time I try to
smile

just look at my rib cage
and boney arms

That reach for you
And my starving heart

this empty hole
in my chest
I keep covered 

That craves
freedom

Will you fix me ?
Or at least
Try To

Help me

Do I mean anything
to you ?
At all Or am I

Simply just
entertainment

That's right
now that my music
has stop playing 

you toss me
back in to the box 
Along
with the other
forgotten toys 

That have been
long gone

Where my loneliness
plagues me 

And I sit in tears
Numb

With these
shadows 
hanging over me

watching
Pointing
&
Laughing

Until you decide
to take me out
again