The pain is overwhelming, no
more I can bear, no peices of
my heart left to break, so
now my blood you must take.
With every word you speak, you
break me down and make me weak,
I've no strength left to carry on,
it's all in your hands, now I walk
alone.
No shoulder here to cry upon,
just these cold black streets,
no place to call my own. Trying
to get these memories to go away,
but in my tattered heart they stay.
Free from your harsh words, I should fly,
but all I can do is pray to God that I die.
He sees my pain this I do know, so
why through this hurt does he let me go?
A million tears I have cried, as the
prayers fell gently from my tired eyes.
Still this hurt goes on each day,
no one to turn to, as I make my way.
No one to care, just the emptyness
inside my heart as it lies bare.
No hope in sight, no happiness for me,
just words to sting these painful memories.
Alone I must go, to where I do not
know. No heart beat to sing happy
songs to, no more harmony does my
heart have inside, truly my soul has now
died.
Ruth warren
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-has-died/
