baCK

sometimes there is just no way in the world or hell or heaven
that i am brave enough to tell the truth.

"what can we give when we're all ripped up inside"
i wrote that but if i gave it up to all the world
what would be left of me?
and who would understand my pleading
though i know it all inside
it rips and shreds the core.
i may be ripped but i am also whole.
but though i'm whole i can be ripped.