Put me to sleep,
A cot, to let the child in me sleep,
The exhaustion is oblitering,
My mind, a space for a tornado,
Grabbing all that is in sight and morphing dust,
I remain in solitude, to at least hide this obscurity in behaviour,
The primal laws do not account for this,
Why work when your body is burning?
What is peace anymore?
I am no longer in charge,
It seems the remains of them are still embedded deep within me,
Can I be laid down, never to reproduce yet another bleeding angel,
Who never asked for this community,
A family of lies, calling themselves love,
Home built off abuse, of culture,
Why birth children if you cannot take care of them?
Weeping has become a song for the women,
Our ancestors should never have let us exist,
Why do they remain silent?
Why did they run from me?
Why manipulate the words if you do not mean them?
Why use bodies if to dipose?
I wish to destroy this heart that fills and bleeds like volcanoes,
I want answers that I will never recieve,
Instead open ended questions, with no closure are left to haunt me,
Behaviour and paranoia which does not add up,
All that is left is insanity?
Why do I feel so much,
Sensitivity does not account for the heightened response of bleeding body,
Jaded eyes, restless nights,
Send me to the islands,
The green and wild will take care,
Bring respite to broken soul,
Give me amnesia,
A gift that I would cherish,
What is bleeding so hard inside?
What is it?
What the fuck is this,
Why can I not numb this,
I cannot grieve for a liftime,
What is this?