Strewn

Scattered pieces of me 
Strewn all about
Making it through
Is forever in doubt
What once was my treasure
Once was my prize
Has been ripped from my arms
Much like my disguise
Wanting and needing
Both are a curse
Crying and wailing
Scribbling in verse
Being so forthright
So in your face no
All just my cover
For being so out of place
Victim to time
Victim to love
Living in Hell
For there's no God above
Trying forever to find any meaning
But the whole process
Is all just so demeaning 
Beaten so often
Now I'm just numb
Being so smart
But feeling so dumb
Having such potential
Just another hell
But the scenerys different
So it's alls just as well
Hoping forever
My pens my release
But write all I care to
Still no sign of peace
Giving up hope
That thought is a joke
Burns in my mind
Leaving puffs of smoke
My only companion
The one that's endured
Just sickens me always
For the feelings it's stirred

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