Cut Me In Pieces



Cut Me In Pieces......

Shaking inside,
veins sticking out,
eyes watering,
breath gasping.

One minute everything appears fine,
next thing I know it slaps me in the face.

Focus and control are lost,
fear and sadness leaps in.

Inner-voices are screaming at me;
"Stop being such a loser!"
"Your so stupid!"

I want to curl up in ball and have a good cry,
because it seems to hurt the harder I try.

I am not safe anymore,
I begin to bawl.

I question why I live, is it to be miserable?
Is it wrong to want out of miserary?
Do I deserve it?

I want someone to hug me on the inside and outside.
I want to feel secure, but at the sametime I want to shut everyone out.
I am meant to hurt alone.

My mind is scattered into bits,
I don't know what to feel,
I don't know what I want.

I want to take it out on myself and feel the same hurt outside as inside.
I want to take my heart out and lay it down for someone to see,
but it remains locked in here with all the pain.

Powerful.
But Silke, if there is one thing I know it's that no one is meant to hurt alone, or deserves it really. I truely believe that. You have a unique and powerful voice. Let it burn like the light it is.

Thanks for saying that, Mandy. I didn't know what to say.

It's a great poem though, that's for sure; powerful, just as you say.

I just wish I could make you happy, Silke. I love you.

Silke,

I know someone that can hug you inside and out. +Goofball knows that someone, too. He only waits for you to call to Him. In Him, all things are possible. He is waiting to hug you inside, outside, and in every way in between. You are an inspiration to me and many others. Dust yourself off and get back on that pony. Let's ride!

Kevo