I Write Poetry

All the pieces of my heart that I have shattered
Convincing myself that my desolate emptiness doesn't matter
That I could somehow still be whole-with a hole
I filled that emptiness all with pain
To resurrect a lifeless body to live again, to gain
The world and lose my soul
All in vain
In search of life
In search of right
And "the light"
At the end of the tunnel
But I never did walk to the end did I?
Because of I, because of pride
I...I...buried myself alive
Waiting to die