Drowning in tears for my innocence,

Tossing and turning for a world that seeks to destroy,

My heart beating but lifeless,

My sight blurry,

My thoughts compounding,

But, no shoulder can bear.

Mourning for arms stretched,

My cover no longer shields me,

Lines drawn on my cheeks,

And no hand to heal.

But, my wounds now inspire,

To myself I keep,

For myself I live,

My arms high-priced,

For my serenity is sacrosanct.