I'm not yet dead. <br />I'm not yet alive. <br />What is this feeling I'm feeling inside? <br />Rip me up! Tear me apart! <br />Just do me a favor and throw away my heart. <br />I don't want it, for with it I am vulnerable. <br />So take it! Bury it deep! <br />And don't let me see it. <br />For I just might weep. <br />The thing is a curse. <br />An unesesarry beating in my chest. <br />Not fit for a wretch like me.<br /><br />Leah Michelle Ellis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tales-of-a-wretched-soul/
