Inside my broken heart

Looking down upon myself

Have I looked in this form before

Where did I begin, where did I become

What I never knew

That for which I never saw.

When I see down upon my face

And from it rushes free

That I feel it on my cheek

Is nothing in my mind

This is but a memory.

Have I not a screen

That I draw to the outside

That I draw from that inside

Where I cannot be

Where I cannot feel.

That place is my open book

That is my curse

There is my growth

My demise.

My broken self

Here I am

Here.