Broken
You see me here,
Laying broken in a lost corner
In the gutter of my mind.
Bleeding from the wounds I have suffered
From the never-ending battle against myself!
You see me here
And leave me.
You see me here,
My heart ripped to tattered shreds
My body empty of all feelings,
All feelings but hate and pain and fear.
Salty tears dry tight on my face!
You see me here
And yet you leave me.
You see me here,
Curled in a heap,
One hand outstretched to the world.
No one takes it; it's spit on!
They just walk passed.
You see me here
And still you leave me.
You will hear me,
When I silently scream your name.
When I realise I can't stand for myself
When I realise you wont help me
When I lay down to die
You will hear me and see me
And then you'll try to help me.... Too late!
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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