Strip me down to nothing,
bare my soul and all that's "me".
All the trash that's been poured inside
and left to rot and swell,
release it.
I'm not a skeleton
you can drag around to suit your needs,
to complete your deeds,
to plant your seeds.
How can I explain that this hunger
needs to be fed?
That my mind is a bunch
of scattered bricks
and that this whole time
I've been screaming for help,
screaming for reason,
screaming for God,
screaming for answers
that for reasons unknown
elude me?
Keep me in the dark
with nothing but my bones
to keep me warm
at night.
Written December 4th, 2006
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