Ouch. . .

Oh God, how frustrated I feel,
when nothing I do makes you happy.
Words come out wrong,
tattered and torn.
Pain cutting deep,
making me bleed.
Worn and weary I am
and I step back,
offering everything.
And then nothing is good enough.
Weak.
Tired.
Ready to fail
because it is all I seem able to do.
It makes you happy.
Seals your day.
Puts a smile on your face
to see me this way.
You laugh.
I hear it;
over and over it falls from your lips.
Lips I once kissed,
loved,
held above all others,
worshiped till there was nothing left.
Nothing left of me;
you had taken it all,
burned it.
Buried it so deep
I couldn’t find it.
I tried.
Tried to crawl out and reach for
freedom.
Freedom was denied
and so I fell back,
and I keep falling.
Help me to breathe,
speak,
shower another with the love,
you know longer want or feel.
Take me away.
Rip out the pieces of me
that you’ve left broken.
Caste me aside
I beg of you.