I Was Once Who I Am

'Aren't you a mess' is what they say,

When lonely hearts hit rock bottom.

 

The winded soul creeps closer,

claws desperately

at solid reason,

as truth crashes and burns,

into disbelieving arms.

 

Hideous marks upon slighted beginnings,

strikes against the game.

Jealous me,

or lack there of,

cares more for hopeless dreams.