when will it all end?
the pain
the sorrow
the suffering
the mental abuse
the horrors of my own mind
when will it end
the path behind it all is littered with pieces of
my mind
my body
my soul
my sanity
will some one ever help me pick them up and put me back together
making me whole
all but the last piece
they will have to give me
and theit last piece i give them
it will make them whole as well
till the time i find them
I will go on losing peices
till there is nothing
just a mask
thet was holding me together
will they see
my mask and forsake me
never seeing the real me
or will they
see my mask and look past it
and see the true person behind it
and put me back together
i will wait for them
long as there is life left in me
maybe past that point if they never come
