When my heart cries,
It cries tears of blood
When it's sputtering and struggling,
It's trying to hold on
When it's damaged and torn and utterly forlorn
How then would you expect it to beat for you?
When my body is numb
And my brain is buzzing
When I can't think straight from all the fussing
Then you call my name...
How did you expect me to answer?
When my hands still shake
And my ears still ring
When my legs won't walk
And my eyes still sting...
What then, could you expect me to be?
You ask, and you tell and you scream and you yell
But I don't have anything left to give.
I'm done with doing
And answering and trying
I'm done sharing pieces of me, they no longer oblige
When you discard broken things, remember me too
Cos once I worked and functioned
And then I met you
YOU ARE READING
"PEACE" In A Pod
Poetry*RENAMED* Formerly called "Awakenings" I usually do this for each new character, just to allow me to adjust to the new people in my head (kind of like a character development for me.) This would nicely explain how they see themselves, and what I ne...
