Old You

Broken, twitching every sound
I need to be taken care of
all I crave is the soft voice of one who loves
"lay down, my darling, and let me carry you"
but instead my mind is filled with fear
for every little sound is a tribute to your abuse
head pounding
body breaking
such constant turmoil will leave me in shambles
stop! cant you see?
everything you do commits me to more pain
more sleepless nights
more hungry days
more pain
i am so tired, so exhausted,
so stressed beyond the mere physical fatigue
i am tired of being hurt
i am tired of crying every night
i am tired of fighting you
i am tired of weeping my soul to strangers' pillows
i am tired of not going home
i am tired of not having you
please, old you, come back to me.