Why am I wanted for half

But not the whole of myself

What fingers reach

But dare not touch

Depressing images clamor my brain

Leaden weights in my stomach

The scratch of a pencil

My only comfort in words

Those left unspoken

Silent, but for the eyes

Pity

Not sympathy

Why am I wanted for part

But not the whole of myself

What feelings burn

But can't be cooled

Frightening thoughts claw at my mind

Fire in my lungs

The bite of a blade

My only comfort in pain

Those left unheard

Loud, but for the meaning

Disdain

Not understanding

Hot tears scald the flesh

Cold blood freezes the ground

Hollow footsteps tread

Blank mind follows

Harsh words proceed

Guilt not a factor

Scribbles on paper

Turn to markings of blood

Watch what you say

Watch what you do

For one day

It may turn back on you