battered

Tell me how it is
To be hearing these:
the silent bell jars of my mind
All crashing underneath
The deep black sea of my heart.
Tiny broken pieces
Made to hurt you and let you live
Away perhaps from me?
Dare I dare you to enter further
The crevices of this road christened "me"
Where you'll find weeping
My muse and a thousand blasphemy.
If you choose I set you free
Maybe, just maybe, they'll all come back to me