A vision

I tear my heart open
i sell myself short
my weakness is
that i care to much
and my scars remind me
that the past is real
i tore my heart open
just to feel.

i felt myself bring me down
i felt my self fall to the ground
there's nothing left
no dreams and no soul
i lost all love and self control

i need a host to carry me through
one that is disposable
like me and you

so i tear my heart open
and sell myself short
my weakness is gone
and now i hate to much
my scars stay open
my past is gone
my spirit is gone.

( *iknow that most of this poem is lyrics from a song but it helped me write what i felt when i wrote it. technically its not plagerizing because i didnt use it in a song nad i didnt use all the lyrics. so all of you please dont hate me i still like it*)