Leave me to myself, my tormented state
Is my own burden to bear.
What good are my eyes in these times of darkness?
They only serve to blind me with a stream of tears.
While my hands cover them to hide their own failures.
What good are my eyes if I was born blind?
Tear them out from their sockets,
For I do not need them to know that I am in pain.
What good are my ears in times of silence?
They only serve to remind me of the words that I speak.
My voice fills my ears so all I hear is my own despair.
What good are my ears if I was born deaf?
Cut them off of the sides of my face.
For I do not need them to know that I am in pain.
What good is my tongue when I only speak to myself?
Words once sweet, grow bitter in my mouth.
My mind grieves me before I utter any words
and yet my lips only serve to remind of what is inside.
Sever my tongue from my throat,
For I do not need it to know that I am in pain.
What good is this body when it is only beaten and bruised?
Only serving to feel the pain the world puts upon me.
It makes me bleed, breaks me down, and shows my weakness.
If I am to be cut down, then I may as well do it myself,
Until all that serves to hurt me is taken away.
For I do not need this body to know that I am in pain.
Fragment my shattered mind
until I think no more
Break my emotions to pieces,
For they only serve to grieve me.
Despite all this, there is one thing that I can never remove.
What else than the heart, which bears both love and tragedy in one.
Why must something so beautiful bring with it the greatest agony.
My heartstrings only strum songs of sadness to me.
It’s better that I cut them off for even love causes me pain.
Yet what is love if it does not endure times such as this.