Break Me Down

There was a time when I might fight

To stand against all the things you say,

Against the travesties you do to me,

But you get your way in the end,

There’s just no strength left to defend.

I have no more will, no might

Left in my soul to push away

From this place where I’m not meant to be….

Just the strength to keep on breathing,

Just enough breath to keep on needing….

And you break me down,

Til I kneel bloodied on the ground,

So many thoughts and feelings,

Twisted and tumbled as I’m reeling,

Poisoned, battered, broken, bruised,

Too tired to fight against the abuse….

There was a time when I thought of love

In idealist raspberry bliss and sweet

Dreams of movie-star romance, now I find

That all that was taught me was a lie,

The world is nothing more than a place for me to die.

I have no prayers left for anyone above,

I have prayed to death my words, I admit defeat.

Yet I shall not yield to you and become blind,

There have been those who have fostered hope,

But they were too few to pull me from the slope….

And you break me down,

Til I can’t tread and sink and drown,

I’ve fallen so far from where I fought,

I tried so hard to not get caught,

Poisoned, battered, broken, bruised,

Too tired to fight against the abuse…..

And I’m hurting….

And I’m broken…..

There’s no blood left to draw,

No tears left to fall away,

No words left to speak or pray,

No good left to come my way,

Just the unending pain

Of a man who tried so hard to prevail,

Against too long and arduous a trail…

Too much of a fight to win, so I fail……

And you break me down,

Til I can’t tread and sink and drown,

Til I kneel bloodied on the ground,

I’ve fallen so far from where I fought,

So many thoughts and feelings,

I tried so hard to not get caught,

Twisted and tumbling as I’m reeling….

Poisoned, battered, broken, bruised….

I feel so worthless, I feel so used…..

Is there no end to this maddening abuse?

Light the way for me,

I can’t seem to see…..

Pass me by, I’ll be all right….

There’s no one left for me to fight….

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I honetly, for the life of me, cannot figure out what you are squeaking about. Check your state-issued ID, you have officially grown out of your white bread teenage angst years. Nobody listens to you because you have nothing of value to say. Volunteer. And shut up.

whoa…that note above is pretty harsh.

The above noter is very ignorant…wow, depressing yet very good poem! ~*Betsy*~

wow that poem brought back memories i have had deep within for a while. i cant believe how deep that cutt into me. those words, how you spilled them onto the page made me cry for all that i have lost within these last years. thank you for being true to this passage i felt what you felt and i feel that rare in someone elses poetry i have some to soo visit me if you want. one again great