Empty

Here I crack in my last straw,
Shaking, trembling, feeling pain.
Taken in truth that never existed,
Walking a lonely path in darkness.
Hiding beneath skin that peels,
Showing true colours in the light.
Falling apart and frail to touch,
Dignity lost in shallow words.
Those feelings one cannot repair.
Hatred so deep and dark in life,
Never revealing depth or innocence.
Laying in beds of nails and here,
Never bleeding with each puncture.
Forever standing still in agony,
Never knowing what life has to offer.