Heart in pieces.
Believe what you need to believe.
I want to believe in something.
I want to see a way out,
But it's always dark and quiet.
Inside my head is a riot,
All these voices shouting at once
For the things that I can be,
And choosing is impossible.
I am lost and lost in being so.
All is automatic.
The things I know to be real
Are fleeing from me in haste
And I push them away too;
I'm not going to hurt another person
For as long as I live.
I've died in that plight so many times
I think the body is all that's left
And the mind can only
Pump blood, feel bone and
Draw breath.