You either don’t know or can’t comprehend <br />The power of a pen or the pain therein. <br />Neither glory nor shame waits in ink, <br />Just words that’ll make you stop and think, <br />And within all that sits my shattered hope, <br />Held together now by thick and ugly rope, <br />I wont make excuses I broke myself, <br />But now all I ask is for a little bit of help. <br />Pick me up, carry and comfort me, <br />Take me to a place where its safe to bleed, <br />I’m afraid of what I think I am, <br />My life, my heart, my soul a sham. <br />My spirit was broken a long time ago, <br />Something I don’t really want to show, <br />My bones sucked dry by hope gone stale, <br />We sit here now alone and frail. <br />Yes I lie here broken and sore, <br />Putrid and rotten to the very core, <br />Nausea has me in her iron cast hold, <br />Lost in just another existential fold. <br />I ask once again with tears in my eyes, <br />Please someone save me, or at least try.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-the-boy/
