Breaking Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

Breaking


I see me sitting sadly in the corner
Knees drawn up tightly to my chest.
Mind and body wreaked in sorrow
As tears stream down my face.
Upon something that I cannot face.

I pray to a God who I don't believe in
Yet I curse him in the same breath.


I look at myself with narrowed eyes
Pitying the sorry creature I have become.
I look into my wrecked soul
Cursing the emptiness inside.
Cursing and hating
The bastards that helped make me this way.


Emptiness put there by my own stupidity.
For not speaking out of some past events
As I stand over the huddling form of myself

I see I have gotten what I deserved from life.
Oozing out all the pain and misery within my soul.
There on top of all the shattered pieces
Lay my beating heart, all alone.
I gently pick it up and place it where it belongs.
May it rest in peace forever.

Amy Kerswell