My Heart is Being Clawed
Pain, despiar and anguish
tares at the inside of my heart
my heart is being clawed at
and the blood rains from the scares.
As my heart is being tared at
like its meat for a starving animal
my mind feels like its going to explode
with the memories of us shaking in the air.
My soul feels alone living on nothing but hurt.
Doesn't ever have a chance to smile
inbetween the disapointments and pain.
Just feels like my skin is used to cover my soul
It feels like my chest is used to protect my heart.
Nothing is actually anything anymore
My eyes don't see, they only look
My ears don't listen they hear
My mouth doesn't taste- simply eats.
My hands don't feel- just touch.
When you break it down
Nothing is anything
and anything is simply nothing.
I Don't listen to other people
I Don't care what other people think
I Live how I see fit for myself
That should be good enough for anyone.
Story about "My Heart is Being Clawed"
When I wrote this poem I was feeling used, hurt, betrayed and simply nothing was going to turn me around. I was in a state of shock with myself. I was being tortured by my own imagination...
