There is no rest
for those among few,
for the broken hearted.
You've no idea,
no inkling of the
things you do.
Of the hurt imposed,
the tears shed,
the pain felt
and hate inflicted.
I would follow,
should you lead,
but I know you
would lead to
no place that I
would want to
follow you.
I jest,
I joke,
I cover bruises
with grins and
still it returns.
I hurt,
I cry,
I stall and
bleed.
You shatter me.
You pick me up,
rip me down.
Feed me pills,
fuel my issues,
and pump paranoias
into my already
afflicted mind.
I starve for your
attention, desire
your love
and need your
touch.
I need you:
to live,
to love,
to survive,
and to die.
Hurting words,
poison tinged
and devastating.
You cut my knees,
hug me and then
stab me in
the back.
You kick me when
I'm down.
Press me on,
then turn and
bite, scream,
plead.
I have no idea,
what it is
that you want
from me.
I try so hard
to please,
to make you see.
Are you truly
so blind?
I cling and whine,
please don't leave.
You shove me free,
and stalk away.
Pretend it's my fault.
I find life is
easier as the one
holding up the world,
rather than sitting
astride it.
So I carry
your burdens,
and break under mine.
I trip,
I stumble,
I fall.
You catch me,
spit in my face
and let me drop.
You step on my
heart as you
walk out of
my life.
But you don't know,
don't see the
hurt inflicted
and the damage
done.
You always come back
to me.
You soothe my
wounds, and kiss
me gently.
Whispers gentle
words,
steal embraces,
share stolen kisses.
Words die on my
lips and when you
leave, I hurt.
My heart shrivels,
cracks,
breaks.
Scratched,
scarred,
broken,
dying.
You're far too
blind,
turning away,
you don't see.
You miss the way
my heart dies
in my chest.
You miss the
way you suck
the life
from my soul.
Weary,
fragile,
breaking glass
and rusting steel.
You've broken
me,
torn me down,
and set
flame to ashes.
I've no time
for rest,
as I try to
build myself up.
No time to
rest,
as you knock
me down.
And it's my
fault,
it always is.
My hands
bleed as
I try to
pull myself up.
Fatigue
races through
my body,
veins and makes
me sick.
I've no time
for rest,
as you drag
me down.
Grin at me,
suck the breath
from my
lungs.
Render me
used,
fallen,
heart broken.
There is no
time to rest,
as I fight
for my
happiness.
For life,
freedom,
thread and
love.
It eludes me,
but I've
nothing better
to do.
There is
no rest for the
broken hearted.
And you've
broken
mine.
You've left
mine shattered,
and no time to
breathe,
to heal,
to rest.