Giving Up

Ripped from my chest,
my heart still beating;
this painful cycle,
still stuck repeating.

Tears mark the sorrow,
of pain not felt with flesh;
torn emotions flow,
from this wound so fresh.

Crying to release the suffering,
of this faith lost again;
still wondering within,
when is it my turn to win.

Losing the best parts of me,
my flesh and blood, my kin;
away they go from my sight,
to see them, I don’t know when.

No pain greater than this,
not even locked in jail;
for this has become,
my own private hell.

I pray this suffering stops,
my will is wearing thin;
I can’t handle any more,
I know how to make it end.

~greyeyesgabriel 2011