• I hate this feeling of anguish.
    Of pain in my chest all the time.
    I know it's not a medical condition.
    Unless a broken heart can be diagnosed.
    Unless you can give me some pill to take to make the ache quit.

    I miss someone.
    But I no longer know just whom it is I miss.
    I'll be frank, when I'm alone in my room I cry.
    I let the tears fall because I can't keep it in any longer
    I forget why I'm crying in the middle and can't seem to recollect it all.

    I'm yearning for someone.
    But I cannot aim it to one person.
    I cannot think correctly when I try to figure it out.
    Aching for something to fill a void that was created long ago.
    Aching quietly with no one to tell me what to do with this unfinished puzzle.

    Searching in and out of my mind.
    It's like a broken maze of barbed wire.
    I can't search in certain sections of this place.
    Nor can I jump over parts I try to see.
    Cuts, bruises, I'm a tangled mess of flesh that's left behind.

    Do you know how I feel?
    Isn't there someone to help me?
    Why is there no one to heal these wounds left by the wire?
    When will a person come along and be able to lift me up from darkness?
    Insanity, loneliness, stabbing pain, hot tears, warm blood, when will it all stop?