Weeping

Cause it hurts.
It's internal...
Can't be seen,
Nor, can it be touched,
Taking the most important pieces of me ,
like daggers preicing my soul..
Quenching my spirit...
Hoping I never see the night of day ..
Agonizing torture debilitating at best...
All because I learn to love your mess..
Having something I am happy ,
Without anything I am content..
For every mistake I have ever made,
I never forget to repent....
What's up with the battle raging inside my mind...
I am tried of saying "I will be just fine'
The funny thing, Is I can see your joy in the mist of my pain....
The love I have for mother earth in what keeps me sane