oh for the bloody tears i've shed...a poem.

oh the bloody tears...
how i shed them from shreds of my human heart...
how the pain of the past slices my internals like a crooked knife to the gut.
GOD...
help me...
i fall asleep; awake and aware of what turns and burns this world over...
the pain...
of the innocent....
how i feel what stirs beneath the surface;
of death...
of life...
and everything in between.
how
i
want
to
get
over
it
all
---
alas...this is the thorn in my side,
the thorn that may never be removed.
regardless...GOD still remains good and true,
i will let him have all my bloody tears-
that which i have wept and those i have yet to shed.
{nv}