To you

You are not I

You are the sun and the stars

Shining the brightest in misery, in pain

Cut through my skin, through my stolen heart

Stolen self, this self I cannot bear

What self,

There is only bone and flesh

All is forgotten but blood stains, dark mirrors

Dark hours,

Long life, meaningless

Tiring words, truths of no end

Endings to no beginnings, 

I will end this, to nights I have yet to sleep

To sleepless nights, to your regrets

To ugly thoughts, consuming, sick cries

To nobody

To you

To I, yours, of no name,

Of no body, no veins, no voice, 

To nothing

Forget me not, 

Where do I go, where you are not

Where is this life, 

Take me, for I would

Carry me away from this madness.

Reviews

[Sarah]

What a beautiful write about losing yourself. Really enters the mind of the narrator feeling her every pain, her every cry for help. But nothing is all she hears. I like the last line. "Carry me away from this madness." I can feel the plea. The desperation. Great poem!