Broken

When I close my eyes I can still see you

The bad part of me, which is the truth others never see.

So cruel when you enter my mind, never leaving -

until you have won, and the damage is done.

I hate myself for being weak.

You love yourself for being strong.

Why is it that whatever you do is right? -

But whatever I do is wrong?

When you are alive all I feel is fear.

I know no bounds, and feel no pain.

I open my eyes, and I think you've gone.

Then I close them, and you're back again.

By Katherine Quilty © 2003