Tattered and Torn

Reach inside this heart,

among the torn and scared remains,

touch the shattered pieces,

cutting into weak skin,

breaking into the unconscious,

destroying anything that resembles sanity,

nothing holds this together,

it is fragile and delicate,

almost unrecognizable,

without purpose,

without grace,

waiting only for the oppurtunity to be resuscitated,

waiting. . .

hurting. . .

dying. . .