Midnight tears

My soul cried out tonight
Trying to break through confines
placed by an iron will.
To tell of the wounds it holds
that will never heal
laid open by the knife at my back.
Of scars tht have been laid
at an innocance's price.
The scabs that speak of tiny wounds,
that maybe forgiven but not forgotten.

My heart bleeds freely from
that one wound gained by supidity,
the price of an unborn's chance.
Many a scars find there way,
all over a heart that has no cause.
Smaller wounds to bleed eternally,
from those who never listened.
The one scab attempting
to heal proerply for
the one who did listen.

My body broken by life,
because no one would catch me,
when I fell from on high.
Scars earned by trials that
have come before me.
Some the price of extremes,
when no one heard my soul
shatter the first time.
Scabs from the times I was
left unprotected in the world again.

The tears that have been shed in a lifetime,
that was sworn never to start.
Some for those who've gone,
Some for those still alive but broken.
Others for those who walked away,
heading towards a life without me.
Many for the harden soul that refuses
to goto peices after twenty years of building.
Very few in joy for those who've found
something worth life and soul.

The pints of blood given freely
in this lifetime and the next.
Given for those who could not
raise a hand to defend themselves.
Taken for those who vengence
called the debt in,
the price of redemption between us.
Lost because of unseen trickery,
and the refusal to raise
one's hand ever again.

The life taht seems so unreal,
and so lonely at times.
Gladly given to those few
who would ask the price of me.
Unwanted because of what the pain
has shaped the form into.
Yet for the scared soul I hold,
For the broken heart I hold,
For the tears and blood shed,
I live on because...

..you need me still.