Too many thoughts and too much chaos
Words buzzing in my head
Feelings and emotions
Dreams and hopes
Tears and fears

A noise playing all by itself
A darkness hiding nothing but itself

There was a time I could cry
There was a time I could talk
There was a time I could write

Today am bereft of all these escapes

Catharsis is a remote possibility
May be no expression can heal these wounds

The scars always remain
I scratch them just to feel alive again

I bleed occasionally
I scratch deeper
I feel scattered pain
I cannot trace its origin

It hurts to have so many stitched pieces for a soul
It hurts to know I hurt no more